Pack Lust (Three Erotic Werewolf Stories)
by Aurora Dupree
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2012 Aurora Dupree
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Table of Contents
Peter was a little surprised when Nathan Deveraux invited him to his estate for the weekend. He was even more surprised that the invitation came while they were showering together in the locker room, completely naked. Peter hadn't been sure what to make of the request, but Nathan was just standing there smiling, washing his chiseled body, and Peter had found it hard to do anything but nod his head and agree. But deep down, he still thought there was something off about the whole thing.
First, he thought it was a little strange that Nathan referred to it as an estate. In Peter's mind that suggested some kind of grandeur, like a mansion or a villa. Who talks about their home that way? Second, he wasn't sure why Nathan had taken an interest in him. Sure, they were on the soccer team together here at Wabash College, and they knew some of the same people, but fundamentally they had very different personalities. Nathan was a jock, no question about it--tall and handsome, with a cut frame that suggested hours of working out in the gym. He had tons of friends, and no doubt was extremely popular with the ladies. Peter, meanwhile, was lanky and bookish, preferring to spend his time in the library or browsing Wikipedia. He was okay at soccer, maybe even decent, but he only played because Wabash had offered him a scholarship. Truth be told, sports wasn't really his thing, although he had to admit, he didn't mind showering with Nathan, sneaking glances at his huge prick while they showered and soaped with the rest of the team. Peter wasn't gay, exactly, but he was definitely curious, and he had no problem admitting that to himself. It was everyone else he just hadn't gotten around to telling.
So he had given it some thought, and although part of him wanted to just give up and call Nathan and tell him he wasn't coming, in the end he decided what the hell, he would go and hang out and maybe they'd get drunk and have a good time. When Friday rolled around, he got into his old Honda and made the two hour drive out to Nathan's "estate," as he termed it. The address Nathan had given him was way out in the wilderness, and Peter got lost a few times on the lonesome, winding roads. He reached the last leg of the journey just as night was falling, and he turned onto a narrow dirt road surrounded by overhanging trees, like a burial shroud. If his car stalled out here, he would be in serious trouble. He doubted there was any cell phone reception, this deep into the woods. A wolf howled somewhere in the distance, and Peter shook his head, still unable to believe he was really doing this. What if he showed up and no one was home? What if this was all an elaborate prank by Nathan, and he had just sent him on a wild goose chase? Peter didn't know why Nathan would trick him like that, but after hours of driving through these woods, nothing seemed impossible. He made a left turn where his directions had led him, and drove down a long straightaway. The treeline thinned, and Nathan's home came into view. Peter let out a little cluck when he saw it, impressed.
He understood now why Nathan had called it his estate. The place was huge. Absolutely enormous. A mansion, at least. Almost like a mini castle. There was a long driveway, and two circular stone structures rising up at either end, like turrets. The front doors of the place alone looked about fifteen feet high. Peter couldn't even count the number of windows. Nathan's parents must have been filthy rich to afford a place like this.
No other cars in the driveway, so Peter pulled up parallel to the front doors, and got out. He craned his neck up. Two hideous stone gargoyles were perched above his head, sneering down at him from on high. He couldn't understand why anyone would want those ugly things on their home. Maybe the mansion was really old. That seemed to be the only explanation. He stood for a moment on the front steps, which looked like they were carved from ancient stone. I can't believe I'm doing this, he thought. I don't even know this guy that well. Nevertheless, he took a deep breath and rapped on the large wooden doors. Nothing happened after a moment, so he rapped again. He stood there, beginning to wonder if anyone was home. Then, finally, the door opened.
Standing before him was a monstrously tall person. The guy was maybe six five, built like a lumberjack. He had long blond hair, like some kind of Nordic viking. But he was wearing a pressed suit, and smiled when he saw Peter.
"I'm sorry," Peter said. "Am I in the right place?"
"Certainly," said the man. "Please, come inside."
Peter took one final look back at his car. If he was going to change his mind, this was the last chance to do it. Instead, he went inside.
The inside of the mansion was impressive. Peter found himself in a grand open room, a wide staircase stretching to the second level. The walls were covered with oil paintings, and there were pedestals with vases and other strange accoutrements. To his left Peter could see a large dining room, a long table that could probably fit around thirty people. The enormous guy was still standing there, with his arms crossed. He took Peter's bags and hefted them as if they weighed nothing at all.
"My name is Sven," the man said, holding the bags with one hand and extending his other to shake. Peter shook it, feeling like he was shaking hands with a gorilla.
"Peter," he said hesitantly. "Nice to meet you."
"I'm a servant of Deveraux family," he said. "If there's anything you need, you should talk to me. Nathan is taking a nap right now, but I'll go wake him up and let him know you arrived."
"Oh, that's okay. You don't have to bother him."
"Nonsense. You're his guest. I'll be right back." Sven disappeared up the wide staircase, Peter's bags in tow. Peter stood for a moment in the gigantic foyer, wondering just what the hell he had gotten himself into. A moment later, he saw Nathan appear, making his way down the long staircase.
"Peter!" Nathan said, clearly excited. He took the last leg of the stairs at a good clip, and came to a halt right at Peter's feet. There was a mischievous grin on his face.
"Glad you finally made it," Nathan said. He was wearing a Wabash T shit and shorts, which looked incongruous with the ornate Gothic styling of the mansion. But seeing Nathan dressed casually put Peter at ease somewhat. He laughed, reliving some of the stress that had been building up.
"You find the place okay?" Nathan asked. "I know some of those back roads can be tricky. Especially when the sun goes down."
"Yeah, it wasn't too bad," Peter said. "I've got a good sense of direction. But Jesus, Nathan, look at the size of this place. Your parents must be loaded."
Nathan smiled. "The Deveraux estate has been in the family for several generations. I'm so used to it by now it doesn't even faze me. But you must be starving. Let's have some dinner."
Peter nodded. He was hungry, famished even.
"Good idea," he said. "Maybe we can order a pizza or something. Although I don't even know if they'll deliver out here."
Nathan laughed.
"Don't be silly," he said. "Sven has been preparing a meal for us. It's almost ready. Let's go take a seat in the dining room."
Peter was surprised, but he followed Nathan into the dining room. He marveled at the long table. The walls here were likewise covered in paintings, and there were cabinets full of what looked like expensive china. Two place settings had been established near the head of the table, and Peter and Nathan sat down across from each other. Sven came out a moment later with bowls of some kind of creamy soup. It smelled delicious, and Peter dug in.
"So Sven, is he like, your butler or something?" Peter asked, in between mouthfuls.
"Sven is a part of the family," Nathan said, as if that explained everything. "He's been with us for many generations."
"Many generations? He doesn't look a day older than thirty!"
"Good genes, I guess."
They finished the soup quickly. In the lull before the next course, they talked about Wabash, soccer, and video games--general things college kids talk about. The conversation helped put Peter's mind at ease somewhat. He had been started to get a little weirded out by the whole scene-- the mansion, Sven, the strangely formal dining experience--but maybe this was just what Nathan was used to when he was at home. He definitely seemed to be the same guy he was back at school. Sven arrived soon with the main course, roasted pheasant with some kind of fruity sauce. It was delicious, and both of them finished their portions in record time. When they were done, Nathan let out a satisfied sigh, and motioned for Peter to follow him.
"Let's go up to my room," he said. "I've got something I want to show you."
"Shouldn't we help clean up?" Peter asked. Nathan laughed.
"Sven's on it. That's his job. Come on. This can't wait."
Peter shrugged, and followed him up the long flight of stairs. The mansion really was huge. Every ornate hallway had doors leading all over the place--Peter couldn't even begin to count how many there were. Nathan led Peter inside a door at the far end of the hallway. It didn't look much like a college dorm, that was for sure. Nathan had a big four poster bed, and a huge oak armoire that must have been ten feet tall. No television or video games in here. Nathan closed the door, grinning.
"So what did you want to show me?" Peter asked.
"This," Nathan said. Before Peter could process what was happening, Nathan had unzipped his pants and pulled out his throbbing cock. Peter's eyes went wide, and his face went red.
"Nathan man, what the hell?"
"Don't act all surprised, Pete. I've seen the way you've been looking at me in the showers. I know you've been dying to get your hands on my dick. So now here's your chance. Give me a good enough blowjob, and I'll return the favor."
"I don't know about this."
"Come on, what are you afraid of? Don't you want to wrap your lips around my fat cock? Don't say no, I'll know you're lying."
Peter still stood there, dumbstruck, and Nathan grabbed him by the shirt and kissed him, Peter feeling his warm tongue in his throat. He ran his hands along Nathan's sandy brown hair. Any fears or doubts he was having melted away as Nathan's tongue probed the inside of his mouth. Peter returned the favor, kissing him hard. He crept a hand down and tugged on Nathan's cock, stiff and rigid, enormous in his hand. It was insane to think they were doing this, but--hadn't he come here hoping for this exact scenario? He felt passion overwhelm him now. Without thinking, he dropped to his knees, stroking Nathan's cock. Nathan looked down at him, smiling.
"That's great. Now suck me off. Let me see what your mouth feels like."
Peter was finished hesitating. He began sucking Nathan's cock, greedily running his tongue over the tip of his rod. He had never done this kind of thing before, but he already seemed to be getting the hang of it. He played with Nathan's balls with one hands, while easing Nathan's turgid member deeper and deeper down his throat.