Bad Moon Rising

[alley]

Hank Houghton, (try going to school with that name), was looking over Pete’s high school records and transcripts. God the kid unnerved him so much: he was so freakin’ big.

Pete had just transferred from one the bigger schools in the area and the first day of school walked up to Hank.

“Sir, can you help me?” Pete asked.

Hank glanced up from the clipboard he was holding. “Yes,” Hank said and took in the appearance of the owner of the voice he was hearing. The man in front of him was huge, at least 6’3 and 250lb. The deep growling voice startled him, Hank took a step back…”Sir, you’ll have to sign in at the office to get a visitors pass”. Hank then pointed down the hall to the administration sign. “The office is the one of the left right there. Is there something I can help you with first though?” Hank slid his glasses back up his nose using the back of his hand and then glanced around to see if security was anywhere nearby.

“I was told to come over here to get my schedule from you,” Pete said nervously .

Hank looked at him with outright disbelief. “What’s your name …please?” Hank asked with a frankly startled look on his face.


Pete looked down at the discomforted man and said. “My name is Pete Johnson. I am transferring here from Emerson high. I was told by the lady over there that you were the sophomore sponsor and could help me with my schedule.” He then indicated the women standing in the entrance hall greeting students by name as they entered. She glanced up at Hank and gave a slight shrug to indicate she didn’t quite know what to think either.

“Ok," Hank started. “You are Pete Johnson,” he looked back down at the clip board again and found the name. He took in the appearance of the teenager in front of him again. Pete Johnson was big, really big. And not in the fat sort of way at all. He had the general build of a weight lifter, not a body builder's look at all but that of a power lifer one would see on the Olympics or the wide world of sports. Massive shoulders over a thick rounded chest that was followed by a small waist when compared to the rest. Hank then looked down at Pete’s shoes; they were huge, size fifteen at least. Hank had taught tall kids before but this was the first who could have walked up to him and convinced him that he was a parent. Those students always were just getting use to the height that they had just acquired, not to mention that most were thin as a rail until their bodies filled in. “Uh Pete can I ask just how old you are?"

Pete was getting use to have to explain himself more and more, “I am eighteen but in a couple of months I’ll have birthday.” Pete has been in six different foster homes since he was found at the age of four; he was next to the body of his mother in a rundown apartment they had been sharing. His eyes moistened just a little before he caught himself; he was not going to feel those emotions right now. It seemed that with each move the foster parents were just a little more disinterested, a little more harsh than the last.

“Man is he going to have a heavy beard when he grows up” Hank thought to himself. There was a blue cast to Pete’s face where his 5 o’clock shadow was forming.

Pete felt the man judging him at least that is the way it always felt. He had just moved to this new foster home at the beginning of this summer. Pete always started out with hope that this would better that last, so far he had always be wrong. It seemed that everyone has been judging him for as long as he could remember; he saw that the man in front of had looked him over pretty harshly. It just isn’t fair. Pete lips tightened involuntarily. It is not my fault that I keep out growing all of the nice clothes that I did have. His last social worker had taken him out to pick some new clothes before he had gone to meet his new foster mother. She should not have even bothered. Pete had outgrown them in less than a month, not to mention that they were ruined by the farm work he was more than happy to do in his new home. The clothes he was now wearing had come from Salvation Army store he had walked to. The heavy denim shirt he was wearing had been a little loose when he had first tried it on; now Pete had to roll up the sleeves to disguise the fact that they only came part of the way down his forearm. The boots he had on were the only ones in his size that he found there, it was good that they were work boots as he had to use them on the farm also; he bushed what muck he could off after his chores each morning in attempt to keep them in wearable condition.

Pete finished his first day at school. It had been an okay experience; the other students were pretty much the same as they were in all of the other schools he had attended. The desks were becoming more of a problem though. Pete could barely squeeze into them anymore; even he could understand the snickers he could hear when he tried to do so.

The long walk home to his foster mother’s gave Pete time to think. He was surprised when his social worker had told him about the opportunity for the new placement. He had been seventeen at the time and had resigned to the fact that he would have to live in a group home if the foster home did not work out. They never worked out; most people seemed to be afraid of Pete. Hardly anyone looked him in the eye anymore, just a quick glance and then their eyes quickly focus on something else, usually his shoes. So when Pete was told there was actually a person looking to be his foster mother he was surprised.

Pete’s new foster mother was named Rose. She had taken a bit to get use to. Rose was a rather large woman herself. Not tall, but fairly wide. She weighed a good bit over two hundred pounds and stood just under five foot two. Rose had never been that friendly, she just told Pete what she needed to have done around the farm and left him pretty much alone. Pete knew that she was still receiving a social security check for his support; it would end when he finished up high school in the summer. He knew that it cost a lot to keep him fed and clothed such as he was not cheap and he had never asked about the finances. Rose had told him that she would rather he worked around the farm than to get a job while he was still in school. Pete took great pride in being a hard worker and being able to keep their place going by himself. The farm itself was not very large and they had just moved into the area after the end of the last school year.

They had a trailer that had been set up on some family land Rose had inherited recently. The pigs, cattle, and goats were a part of the estate she had received as well as an old barn, which was located a few hundred feet from the trailer. It had just taken Pete a short time to get use to caring for all of the animals; after he had turned eighteen he seemed to be filled with a restless energy that could be poured into taking care of the farm. Pete usually went to bed fairly exhausted.

There were a few strange things about Rose. Pete never was told why she wanted to foster him, or even how she knew of him in the first place. And last year Pete had noticed that she had started chanting in her room, which he figured out coincided with a rising full moon. Pete usually fell asleep fairly easily so it had not bothered him. It was strange but he had seen strange people all of his life in foster care and it seemed harmless.

Pete came up to the fork, where the road divided; the left one would take him on to his home; the other road he noticed a old, black gmc truck covered in red dust and mud coming his way. Pete stepped out of the as the truck turned out on to the main road. The driver, a young man wearing an dusty straw cowboy hat gave Pete a look and lifted his hand slightly up off of the steering wheel as greeting before he continued on his way, a cloud of dust covered Pete as he passed by.

 

[harry113]

Thanks alley1234,
A nice build up to this story, quite intriguing!
I wonder what happens next ?
Please don't keep us waiting too long.
Harry

 

[alley]

Pete coughed to clear his lungs and continued on home, where Rose had just walked up from the wooded area behind the trailer. She gave Pete a quick nod of greeting and said” Can you check on that cow about to give birth. She’s been out in the pasture all day and I haven’t been able to get a good look at her.” Rose began to sort the flowers and herbs she picked on her walk around the property. Pete saw the long green stem and purple flower of the plant she used to make bath soap with. He had once asked her was type of plant it was, she gave a short answer, “aconitum, my mother taught me about it.” Rose walked up to the door of the trailer and begin to pull herself up the stairs, pausing at the top to look at Pete, “I am gonna get started on a new batch of soap and I’ll have dinner ready in a couple of hours.” She stepped into the trailer and closed the door. Pete knew for past experiences that she wanted to be alone while she made her soap. And since it was never a pleasant smell long after she finished he could imagine what is was like when it was fresh.

Pete walked over to the barn to stash his school bag and changed out his clothes into some that were just a touch more worn and stained. He took a look at the boots he had taken off to change his jeans. They had gotten a lot more scuffed and stained since the move to the farm. They still fit after almost two years, so he guessed that his feet were through growing, even if the rest him was not. The barn housed some hay bales and a few pieces of old farm equipment, rusting away from disuse. Pete kept his spare clothes and school books on an old scarred wooden table. The grain was raised from being set out in the weather for a few years. Pete went to go take care of his chores.

The next few days passed in the same way. Pete was walking home when the black gmc drove past. The ensuing dust cloud again engulfed him. When he could see again, Pete noticed the truck had stopped just in front of him. The driver side door opened and a guy stepped out. He was the same young man who had past him that first day after school. He was around five foot nine and was bare-chested. His worn jeans were tight and ripped in a few places. He waved Pete over and said,” Hey you live at the old Chaney place don’t you? Jump in I’ll save you a few minutes.”

Pete walked over to the dusty truck and opened the passenger door; it gave a loud creak as he did so. “Thanks for the ride. “ Pete smiled and eased himself into the truck’s cab.

They introduced themselves. Randy was the name of the truck’s driver, he had a nice even smile and sparkling blue eyes. Randy worked at a feed store in town and had just gotten off work. Pete saw that Randy worked out in the sun a lot without his shirt. Randy’s tanned chest was nearly hairless, except for a few stray strands around his nipples and some golden fuzz that only showed in the bright afternoon sun. Pete noticed the tight muscles in his arms and stomach, not big like his own but very attractive and strong looking all the same. Randy’s jeans were belted with a thick black belt and had a large silver buckle, with some writing that Pete could not quite make out enough to read. They talked about their farms, what animals they were raising.

Randy had graduated a few years before and was planning on going to college the next fall. He had just turned twenty. He and Pete discussed school and the teachers. Before long they reached the fork in the road that led off to their homes, “Let me out here so that you don’t have to go out of your way.” Pete said.

“It’s no problem to drive you the rest of the way.” Randy offered.

“No, my foster mother doesn’t like to have strangers around and it’s just a few minutes’ walk, thanks for the ride.” Pete smiled back as he opened the truck door and stepped out.

Randy smiled back and said,” Well, I come this way at the same time every day, so if you want a ride to, or from school it’s no hardship on me. It’s nice to have company.”

With a quick tip of his hat Randy drove off, leaving Pete to continue on alone. Pete had never met anyone as easy to befriend, and thought about it for a moment and realized Randy had held his gaze for a lot longer time than anyone else that Pete could remember. It had been a long time since he felt that good after talking with someone. Pete decided he would take Randy up on the offer for the ride; it would be nice to have a friend.

Next couple of weeks were happy ones for Pete, he had someone he could confide in, the first person he could ever in fact. He told Randy about the loss of his mother, the endless foster homes. Randy in turn shared his life story, which was a far happier one.



Pete even told Randy about the strange things Rose would sometimes do. About the chanting, and the fact sometimes she seemed to sleep all day, only to take long walks at night. And about the soap making, it seemed strange to Pete to take so much time making something that could be bought for so little at the store. She had no problem buying other types of soap, laundry or dish. And that we he first started using the soap, how it tingled and made him a little numb at first. She insisted that he use the soap, saying store bought ones made her sneeze, even smelled on someone else.

“She’s a wackado---but no worse than some in my family.” Randy gave a brief laugh. “Hey, tomorrow let’s go down to the lake after you get out of school I could use a swim.”

Pete said,” I don’t have anything to swim in but I’ll keep you company. I just hope Rose won’t mind.”

Randy gave a semi-wicked grin then said, “Don’t tell her. I’ll even help you get caught up with your chores after dinner.”

Pete knew most of the time Rose had no idea when he actually got home and thought it would be nice to go down to the lake, so he agreed to go.


Pete had a hard time getting to sleep that night; he could hear Rose in her room in the trailer repeating something over and over all night long. When he did fall asleep, he had weird dreams of running through the woods out back and chasing someone. Even without a lot of sleep Pete found that he had a huge amount of energy and jumped out of bed and quickly got ready for school. He met up with Randy at the fork in the road and they talked briefly before Randy made sure to remind him to be ready to go to the lake tonight. “It’s going to be a great time, I’ll even pickup some snacks.”

That evening they drove out to the lake that was located on land owned by Randy’s family. It was a nice size for swimming and even had a small dock; an old canoe, bobbing in the slight breeze was tied up to it. The trees and high grass surrounding the lake made it secluded. Randy got out of the truck and began to pull off his boots, hopping a couple of steps as he did so. He then pulled off his sweaty t-shirt and unhitched his thick belt buckle and pulled down his jeans, he wasn’t wearing underwear.

Pete was a little embarrassed; he looked over at Randy as he gingerly walked over to edge of the water, trying to step over the sharper stones. He looked at his friend’s nice rounded ass and noted how Randy’s upper body was more tanned than his lower.

“Come on, Pete no one is around and the water feels great.” Randy made a great splash as he dived off of the large rock he had been standing on.


Pete then began to undress as well. He first slid off his t-shirt and compared his own paleness with Randy’s tan skin. Pete hardly ever took his shirt off except when he knew he was alone in the pasture or just working in the barn. He ruefully ran a hand through the thick hair of his chest, and he thought of the smoothness of Randy’s. Pete took off his boots and then his jeans and underwear, he could feel his face flush a bit as he did so. He hated getting undressed in front of anyone because when he started growing body hair a few of the kids in junior high started calling him names. Pete laid his clothes down next to Randy’s and waded in to the lake.

They played around a bit, Randy could swim like a seal and Pete sort of just dog paddled after him. Randy tried to swim behind Pete a couple of time to push him over but Pete was just to massive and they ended up thrashing and wrestling around.


After a while Randy became tired and decided to sun himself on the huge rock he had dived into the lake from. Pete followed soon after and stretched out beside him. Randy lay on his back and propped himself up on his discarded clothes, while Pete rolled up his jeans and stuck them atop his boots to cushion his head as he tried to make himself comfortable. He saw that Randy was looking over at him.

“Wow, that is so big; mine are not nearly that size.” Randy said enviously

Pete looked down past his stomach, Randy laughed, “I was talking about your boot, “What size so do you wear?” He then pulled one of Pete’s boots from under his head and proceeded to stick it on his own foot.

Laughing at himself Pete answered, “Size fifteen and I hope they don’t grow anymore.”

Randy wiggled around his leg as he looked at the huge boot on his foot, “I have always envied really big guys,” he went on,” You are really lucky, I only wear a nine and a half.”

Pete bushed and replied, “I don’t feel lucky. Sometimes I feel like a big gorilla.”

Wanting to comfort his friend Randy reached over to touch Pete’s shoulder, but when Pete did not saying anything began to trail his fingers through damp hair covering Pete’s chest. “You are beautiful, don’t let anyone make you think differently,” Randy then continued to run his hand down Pete’s chest to his stomach and then lower. He reached the base of Pete’s penis and encircled it with his strong fingers. Randy looked back up into his friends Hazel eyes, “I think you’re the best looking man I have ever seen.” He then leaned over and pressed his lips into Pete’s.

Stunned for a moment Pete did not respond, then like a switch flipping in his mind, he pushed Randy on to his back and covered him with his own body, and enflamed by the kiss, Pete sought Randy’s mouth hungrily. Pete then began to lick his way down Randy’s throat; licking and then biting. Randy knew he would be in for some massive hickey’s and tried to slow Pete down. Randy reached down and pulled Pete’s head back up so that they were eye to eye. Pete had an almost crazed look; Randy just calmly kissed him and then held him till he could feel Pete become relaxed.

“Pete not, here, we don’t have anything protection. We have to wait.”

 

[alley]

More to come---bye for today.

 

[kcm17480]

Very good start. This is an interesting story. Please do continue.

 

[harry113]

Thanks alley!! It seems things are going to hot up !!
Great chapter, More please
Harry

 

[alley]

Randy then sat up and said,” Wait here for just a moment. I need something from the truck.”

Pete watched as he walked over and opened the truck door and pushed the seat forward to access the storage compartment. Randy rummaged around for a minute and then he turned back to Pete holding up a small brown squeeze bottle. “Here we go,” Randy proudly showed the bottle to Pete, “we just need a little something to make everything slippery.” Pete saw that the bottle contained suntan oil. Randy sat back down beside Pete and squirt out a liberal amount of the oil into his hand and reached for Pete’s cock one more time. “Just because we don’t have protection doesn’t mean that there aren’t other things we can’t do.”

Randy knelt beside Pete, coaxing him to lie back and relax. Using his left hand he continued to stroke up and down Pete’s hard dick. At the same time he would run his other hand across Pete’s big chest, pinching his nipples and playing with the thick hair. Randy leaned over and kissed Pete deeply, keeping the rhythm of his hand nice and even. Pete tried to reach up and grab Randy’s arm, but Randy just pushed the arm up and out of the way; letting Pete know that he wanted to keep in control. With his arm up and over his head Pete’s hairy pit was exposed, Randy again leaned over, but this time he licked in and around Pete’s underarm. He gently used his teeth to tug and pull at the slightly musky hair.

Pete began to shake a bit and tense up. Randy knew he could not last much longer and began to pull harder at Pete’s thick cock. “Come on, spray all over my hand, come on…..come on.” Randy urged Pete, his voice just above a whisper.

Pete let out an explosive moan and shot a stream of sperm, splashing his own neck and face. The cum continued pouring down Randy’s hand and began to pool in the heavy curls of Pete’s pubic hair. His cum was viscous and a almost yellow color; the dripping mess on Pete’s face slid down to his jaw and formed into a thick glob that slowly fell and mixed with the hair on his chest.

Randy, his hand still lightly holding Pete’s cock, said,” That was great, I’ve never seen so much cum.” He bent over again and kissed Pete.

Pete was still breathing hard as he said,” That was the best thing that has ever happened to me….ever.” He sat up and pulled Randy in for another long kiss. “I haven’t been able to think about anything else, but being with you for the last few weeks.” He told Randy when the kiss finally broke.

Randy ran a finger through the cum on his chest and said,” It looks like you haven’t cum in quite a while.”

Pete smile and pulled the finger into his mouth and sucked the fluid off of it. “This is the first time I’ve been with anyone and I don’t masturbate.”

Dumbfounded, Randy said,” Ever?”

“Ever,” Pete continued, “you are the only person I’ve ever even kissed, or wanted to for that matter.”

“You are fast learner then.”

Pete reached for Randy’s penis and began to massage it. After just a short while Randy pulled away and said,” Hey lets save that for later, it’s getting dark and Rose will be pissed you are already this late." The sun had started its slow decent and the lake are becoming more shadowed. Pete was disappointed but knew he had to get going and make sure his Foster mother’s animals were taken care of.

Randy tossed Pete the shirt that he had been wearing to “wipe up that lake” as he put it, of cum off of his chest and face. Randy was already pulling his tight jeans up as he watch Pete clean himself up. “Just throw that into the back of the truck, I’ll just go without a shirt till I get back home.” Randy also threw his cowboy boots into the truck bed and stood there clad just in his jeans. Randy was using his fingers to comb through his still damp and tangled hair. Pete was having difficulty staring at Randy and trying to pull on his own clothes at the same time. He just found him such a beautiful sight that it was hard to concentrate on anything else.

Pete began to fasten a leather thong around his neck—it had a silver medallion hanging down form it.

“What’s that,” Randy stepped forward and cupped the medallion in his hand. “It looks very cool, sort of Celtic or something similar.” He studied the sliver disk closely.

“It’s the only possession I have left to remember my mother with, I don’t even know if it’s a symbol for anything,” Pete told him.

“It’s truly beautiful,” Randy replied and let the medallion drop back against Pete’s chest.

Pete stopped tying the leather string around his neck and instead leaned over to Randy and placed it on him.

“I can’t accept this Pete, it wouldn’t be right.”

Pete finished tying the string and said,” Wear it until we meet up again, and I know you’ll have come back to me to return it.”

Randy smiled and said,” you don’t have to give me this---I’ll meet up with you later tonight.”

“We can meet up at where our roads fork and you can follow me back to the barn. I like to spend some evening out there messing around, and finish my homework.” I’ll have everything done by nine tonight,” Pete said.

“Hey, the deal was that I would help you when we finished up here. I am still willing to help you.”

Pete laughed,” S’ok, I can do it myself and I don’t want you too tired tonight. I plan on trying some stuff I’ve heard about, you better get some rest I’m going to be merciless on you.”

Randy's laugh was his only answer.

They climbed into the truck and Randy dropped Pete off, to walk the short distance home.

 

[alley]

Let me know if you like the story so far...I'll be back later and add some more.

 

[harry113]

Thanks alley1234. Yes, really like this one!!
More please
Harry

 

[hard ball fan]

I will be waiting on pins and needles. Please, PLEASE, don't wait too long to continue. I can not wait to see where this goes. Thank you for taking the time to write, so the rest ofus can enjoy.

 

[alley]

Pete checked on the cattle out in the field before he went into have dinner with Rose.

Rose had made a thick beef stew that smelled and tasted great; at least it did to Pete. He quickly finished one bowel and then ladled up another one and snatched up a couple more slices of the homemade bread, which was being kept warm in basket covered with a tea towel. Pete looked over at Rose, she seemed preoccupied with something. She had said maybe a total of three words to Pete this evening. She was dressed in her usual flower print muu-muu, this particular one was red with large white roses on it. She also looked more tired than usual; her eyes had large circles and were a little red and swollen. Her grey hair was swept up into its normal bun; except she had more stray hair than usual hanging down in her face and clinging to her neck. Rose just stayed with Pete long enough to make sure he had gotten enough to eat and then wondered off to her room. Pete could her start to do her chanting.

Knowing that Rose would not venture out again for the entire night, Pete set off to meet up with Randy. When he stepped out of the trailer, Pete noticed that all of the smells around the farm were stronger, more pungent and the air itself was full of energy and life. Pete turned and walked on to a path in the woods. He could hear the rustling of small animals in the bushes and in the overhead branches. The moon hung low in the sky and gave Pete more than enough light to walk through the dense undergrowth and bush.

Pete quickly walked down to their meeting place at the fork in the road and saw that Randy was already there, parked over to the side and he was leaning against his truck’s front fender.

Randy called out,” You’re early, its fifteen minutes till nine. I was hoping you could get here earlier.” Randy then held up a small paper bag and gave it a shake. “I ran into town to get “supplies”, the condoms I had would probably be a tight fit on you,”

Pete just walked straight up to him and caught him up in a strong hug and began kissing him; Randy had to push Pete back to get a breath. Pete took a hold of Randy’s free hand and led him on to Rose’s farm.

Randy giggled and said,” You’re in a hurry.”

“Yesss…, I have been barely able to contain myself for the last few hours.” Pete said in an almost strained voice. “I am so glad you were early.

They followed a circular path around Rose’s trailer till the old barn was in sight. Randy glanced down at a patch of purple flowers, “Hey my grandma use to grow that same kind.”

Pete looked down where Randy pointed and said,” That is the aconitum plants that Rose uses to make her soap.”

Randy told him,” Grandma would dry the flowers and hang them around the inside of her house, said that it kept wild animals away. Maybe it’s good for keeping insects away too.” He said trying guess why Rose would use it for her soap.

They crossed over to the barn and stepped inside; Pete closed the door behind them and flipped an old light switch. The light was not very bright but was more than they needed to navigate the somewhat cluttered barn. Randy looked around and sat the paper bag he was hold down on the heavy oak table that Pete used to hold his school books. Pete stood in front of him and began to kiss him once again, this time pulling at Randy’s clothes. Randy’s shirt was quickly disguarded and his boots soon followed. Pete just tore off his own clothes and boots till he stood in front of Randy nude. With Pete’s impatient urging Randy’s jeans were tossed in the pile of clothes under the table, leaving Randy also nude except for Pete’s medallion, which still hung from his neck. Pete lifted Randy up on to the table and pushed him into a reclining position. After a few kisses, Pete went straight for Randy’s cock and started licking and sucking at it. Pete soon was sucking on Randy’s testicles and then he licked a trail down between Randy’s legs and reached his asshole. Pete tongue explored the opening and to Randy it felt like Pete’s tongue had expanded and was filling him up. Randy was soon squirming from the heavy attention and reached for Pete’s head and pulled him up to his own face to kiss.

Pete said,” I think I am getting a cramp in my neck.” He gave the area a quick rub.

Randy then sat up and told Pete to take his place on the table and he would “take over”. Randy took some lube out of the sack he had brought and spread it over Pete’s large dick. He gave the cock a few strokes enjoying moans and twitches of his lover and then pulled out a condom.
“I think we are both waiting for this,’ showing Pete the small packet. Randy proceeded to open it and then unroll it down Pete’s cock. After adding more lube, Randy climbed up on the table and straddled Pete’s stomach. He knelt on his knees and reached back for Pete’s latex covered dick. Randy gave a slow hiss as he pressed the large head into his ass, he slowly worked it in till he was able to lean back and allow the rest of the cock to slide all the way. Randy began to slowly ride Pete. As he became accustomed to Pete’s size, Randy’s speed picked up. By this time Pete’s moans were loud and his breathing was harsh. When next he looked down at Pete’s Face, Randy could see that a red flush had crept up from his lover’s straining chest and neck to cover his face. It seemed that every vein in Pete’s neck and forehead were standing out and the sweat began to pour off him. Pete’s hands gripped the sides of the table; his arms and chest were also straining the muscles popping out.

Randy, alarmed at the sight, reached out to Pete, but then felt a spasm begin in Pete’s legs that was so violent that it tossed Randy completely off of the table and on to the barn’s hay covered floor. Pete’s moans were agonized but soon were cut off as his face and neck began to contort. Only a choked gasp for air was emerging. Randy then heard the tendons in Pete’s legs pop and his bones crack and shift as his lower body reformed. Randy horrified could only look on as this terrible change stole over his lover. The bones in Pete’s face began to bulge out and crack as they pulled themselves out to form a muzzle, flecks of foam and blood dripped from Pete’s new mouth as long sharp teeth cut through his gums. A long pink tongue emerged from the mouth and Pete panted from the pain. Pete’s ears had reformed up on top of his head and were the kind any German Shepard….or Wolf... would be proud of. The hands gripping the sides of the table changed into paw like hands or hand like paws. Their sharp claws dug into the old wood, making a ripping noise as Pete rolled slightly in the thrall of the pain. The change was almost complete as new thicker hair poured over Pete. It covered him almost totally in dark brown fur. The hair was not as dense on his belly but would have almost have hidden Pete’s penis if it had not been still erect.

Pete suddenly sat up and put weight on his new feet and legs. A loud howl tore from his throat and he then looked down at Randy.

“Hunggrrrrrrrrrryy.”

 

[alley]

As they say to be continued another day...hope you like---- I appreciate the replies.

 

[wyndhampaul]

Oh boy, This is wierd, But it's powerful. Please continue.

 

[threetimes]

woah... im not sure what to make of this! but its good. keep writing. im intrigue.

 

[alley]

Randy could not move; he just stood and looked at the horrifying change to his friend and lover. A bright glow drew his attention down to his chest and he saw that Pete’s medallion had started to a emit a steady and strong blue tinted glow. Randy fell back against a hay bale and looked on as Pete began a wobbly step forward.



Suddenly out of the shadows of the far side of the barn, Randy could see a blue glow, a twin to the one coming from his own chest. Rose stepped out into the dim light of the single bulb and raised a glass mason jar, filled with a silvery powder. She yelled,” Chew on this,” and threw the powder directly into Pete’s enraged face. Not pausing for a moment, she then reached out to Randy and used her considerable weight to pull him to his feet. “Get a move on a sweet thing, that’s not going to him keep for down for long.” She then gave him a hard shove toward the door and kept a hand on his back to keep him stumbling in the right direction. They quickly reached the door and Randy glanced back at Pete.

The transformed young man was rolling around on the hay covered floor as huge red inflamed welts grew on his face and chest. Pete was clawing at the spots where the powder had hit him. He was crying out and whimpering.

Randy felt as if it were happening to his own body and made a move to go back inside the barn to his friend. Rose was prepared for that and gave Randy a hard hip check and knocked him out through the open door to sprawl in the hard dirt in front of the barn. Rose followed him out and pulled the barn door closed behind her. She tried pushing the door’s latch down into place and found that it was stuck. She yelled at Randy,” Get off of your ass and help me with this damn door.”

Randy struggled to his feet and pressed his hands against the door till Rose was able to slide the latch into place. He said,” I don’t know what’s going on but Pete needs help.”

Rose just grabbed Randy’s arm again and pulled him along beside her. “Come on he’ll heal from that silver in just a couple of minutes and he will be back to wanting you for his “snack”.’ Showing the truth to her argument, there was a huge bang against the closed barn door.

Randy then allowed Rose to pull him in the direction of her choosing. She was moving purposely to a spot abound thirty yards in front of the barn’s door. “Watch your step cupcake, I drew a circle of protection and I don’t have time to fix any of your scuff marks.” She pointed out a line that was made of the same powdered silver that had wounded Pete. The circle was roughly ten feet in diameter. Rose had been alarted by her glowing charm that Pete was close to changing and had prepared the circle before she had walked into the barn. They made their way across the circle and took a position just outside the opposite side. Randy noticed that the glow from their twin medallions was matched by the still bright moon hanging just over the horizon.

“I need to know what’s happening....,” Randy started to say before Rose shushed him.

“I will explain later, there is no time now give me your hand.” She reached for him.

Just then there was another crash into the barn door and another shortly thereafter. The barn’s old door was quickly splintering.

“I need you to will the light from your charm to come to mine. Just imagine the light on it is getting dim and the light of mine growing brighter.

Randy did as told him and he could actually see that it was working. Rose’s medallion was almost too bright to look at as he continued to concentrate. Rose smiled and said,” Great, now I need you to be still, the next hit to that door will be the last one he needs to free himself.”

At that exact moment the door burst open and Pete flung himself out into the barn’s court yard. His maddened eyes went straight for Randy’s frightened ones. Pete’s new legs bunched up as he prepared to leap at his lover.

Rose bent down and said a quite word, a spark ignited in the silver powder and a flash of blue fire shot up and spread in both directions. Pete’s jump began at the same moment and the fire met with a bright flare as Pete’s jump carried him into circle. Pete hit the far edge of the circle and rebound off of it as if he had hit a solid wall. Rose began a slow chant and then pointed at Pete’s stunned form. The light in her medallion swelled and then formed into a beam of solid light that stuck Pete in the chest, knocking him off his feet stunned.

“Now…I need you to cup your charm in your hand and I need you to remember what Pete really looks like. Think of his human face, the way he smells,…the way he tastes. Will him to be that man again.” She instructed Randy. He wanted nothing more than to hold Pete again; he set his will to the test and he could feel the powerful spirit that had caused the change in Pete fighting him. Rose placed a hand on Randy’s shoulder and bent her mind to the same task. Soon Pete was rolling around in the dirt and his form began to again change, this time in reverse. It was as painful as the first time and the air was filled with the same sounds of his muscles and tendons popping and his bones breaking and reforming. Soon Pete was returned to his normal form, but unconscious and unmoving.

Rose raised a pudgy hand and the circle’s light died. She pulled Randy along with her into the circle and they approached Pete’s still form. His breathing was strong and regular as she bent down and felt for his pulse. “He’ll be fine, help me get him back to the trailer,’ she instructed Randy.
They struggled to get Pete’s heavy nude body upright. They took a place on either side of Pete’s shoulders and half carried and half drug home. Rose looked over at Pete and said with a said,” Damn..... he’s packin’ a big one…I don’t envy your hole.”

Randy let out the breath he had been holding and trembled with suppressed laughter, surprised that he was even able to allow himself to feel that emotion.

They reached the trailer’s door and pulled and pushed Pete up the stairs; till he flopped in through the open door. They carried him to his bed and lay him down.

Rose pulled a robe out of Pete’s closet and handed it to Randy, “Put this on cupcake you’re distracting me.” She then motioned him to follow her in to the kitchen table and offered him a chair. “Are you to tired for that explanation or not?’, she questioned him.

Randy just looked at her and said,” I guess I am ready, don’t know if I can handle it but I need to know what the hell is going on.”

Rose picked up the silver medallion that hung from her neck on a very fine and old looking chain. “This is a charm that all of my family carries. There are just a few of us left and Pete is the youngest one that I know of.” She leaned back in her chair and gave a brief stretch. “Pete was lost to us because his mother ran away when she was a teenager. It was years before we knew what had become of her and that she had a baby before she died. When I found Pete he was seventeen and I could feel the beast inside of him; it tended to scare away people and I knew that he had been hurt and lonely for a very long time, which was a fortunate thing. If he had been able to Bond with someone before you, Randy, then his change could have happened at an earlier time. He needs the energy and the strength that you gave him to change. The change has to be controlled and if he had killed someone during that first time then he would have been lost to us; we would have to destroy him. I thought I could forestall the change using my medallion until we could find someone in the family that could Bond with him, but we are dying out. There was no one and I tried to keep him at arms length because I couldn’t take the chance of him Bonding to me. He would have sucked me dry and then go on a rampage, killing anyone in his way. He needed someone he could love and share with.”

Rose walked over the refrigerator and took out a couple of bottles of water and handed one to Randy. She took a drink before she continued,” I brought him here to our family land hoping that his being here might call to any of our blood that might be nearby.” She gave Randy a hard look and said “I never imagined that he would Bond with another male---that has never happened before that I know of.”

So I am a part of your “family”, somewhere down the line,” Randy questioned?

Rose smiled and gave a quick nod and said,” There are a few with our blood around; children that we have never tracked down and very few us have Pete’s ‘condition’. Our blood does have a few benefits; some are mediums, shamans, or just a little sensitive. We can channel the energy of our thoughts and emotions-Pete is a very extreme case in point. He channels a base part of his mind and becomes the beast found there.”
Pete will be fine but you and he are now joined to one another; what one feels so will the other. I’ll teach you how to help Pete.

Randy knew that all of the plans he had made for his life would change, and he was ok with it. He had found his soul mate.

 

[alley]

hey--based on somethin' that really happened to me and all that junk--just the names are changed