Chapter 4 Black Wolf

As soon as Parker rounded the corner into the locker room, he pulled the wolf head off. They had just won the first game of the season. Parker was so freaking hot and so damned exhausted, he wasn't sure if he would make it through the rest of the season. "Shit," he mumbled. "Oh my god." He pulled off his furry gloves and wiped the sweat off his forehead and ran a hand through his soaked hair. "Good job, Parker." Jed slapped Parker on the back as he passed him into the locker room, making the smaller boy stumble. "Thanks," Parker called after him. Jed pulled his helmet off and flashed Parker a quick smile. Jed looked good with his new mohawk. Before the game, the entire team shaved the stubble on their heads into mohawks. It made them even more intimidating than they already were. Parker made his way to his locker in the back corner. He tossed the furry wolf-paw shaped gloves into his bag and sat down on the bench with the head. He took his time getting undressed. He tugged the pawed feet off and then pulled the over-sized blue and white football jersey off the costume and over his head. Once the jersey was off, he could get to the zipper that ran down the front. He unzipped and let the over-sized furry suit fall to the floor. He folded it up and set it on the bench. The Timo Timberwolf suit was a bit large on his 5'6", 140 pound frame, but he had enough room to move easily. He picked up the jersey with "TIMO" and the number "00" across the back and folded it up neatly. He had to admit to himself that the crowd did seem to like what he was doing. But then everyone was pumped because they wasted the other team 40 to 7. It was a heck of a way to start the season. He wished his parents were able to make the game. He kept looking for them, but they didn't show up. Too busy, he assumed. Parker slipped out of his sweat-soaked t-shirt and boxer briefs and grabbed a towel. He glanced around and was glad to see that the locker room was starting to empty out. He stepped into the shower and as he turned on the faucets, Jed walked in and took one of the shower heads down the wall. The jock mumbled, "hey, buddy," and seemed to go out of his way to not look at Parker. Being the only two in the shower, Parker couldn't help but sneak a peek at the bigger man. The first thing Parker noticed was that Jed had a tattoo on his right bicep, the exact same one in the exact same spot as Colton. The second thing he noticed was that Jed was really hairy. Like furry beast hairy, covering his hard muscles. He was built like one of those power lifters he sometimes watched on ESPN's `World's Strongest Man' when no one else was home. And thirdly, Jed was hung like a donkey. Parker looked down at his body. Okay, so he wasn't anything to write home about, but he was in good shape. Gymnastics and swimming kept his body toned. He had defined chest muscles and a flat stomach. His dick looked a little on the smaller side when it was soft; he was a grower, so it was all good when it was hard. At least he hoped so. It seemed natural that being the only other out gay guy at school, that Jed would maybe take an interest in him. It wasn't that Parker was really interested in dating Jed, but still. It kind of stung his ego. Parker shrugged to himself. Oh well. Parker set about the task at hand and quickly washed the sweat off his body. Finishing up, he grabbed his towel and pulled it around his waist and held it closed with his fist. As he turned the corner, he smacked right into Colton. A very naked Colton. Colton stood there with his towel in his hand, hanging at his side, not even bothering to cover himself. When Parker smacked into his chest, Colton's arm came around his waist. "Whoa. Careful, pup." The heat of Colton's solid body was like a furnace and that heat went straight to Parker's groin. Parker drew in a sharp breath as his dick started to rise. He squirmed out of Colton's arm and raced to his locker. He opened the locker and leaned forward against the door, breathing in shallow pants. His dick was so hard it ached. He could still taste Colton's sweaty chest hair on his lips and feel the heat of his hand on his hip. He gripped the towel around his waist tightly and closed his eyes, willing for his dick to go down before anyone saw him. A warm breath tickled the back of Parker's neck, causing his entire body to tense up. The hairs on his neck raised and his body started to tremble. Colton was so close, he could once again feel that intense heat rolling off his much bigger body. "Don't run from me, Parker," Colton whispered in his ear, his voice husky and growly. "I'll always catch you. And when I catch you, I'm gonna punish that hot little ass of yours." Parker let out a stifled moan as his knees buckled. He felt his dick pulsing underneath the towel. He clutched at his locker to steady himself as the intense climax racked his body. Shame slammed into Parker as he realized that he had just come all over himself in the boy's locker room. He looked around and let out a sigh of relief to find that he was alone. He grabbed his towel and wiped the floor, then shoved it into the bottom of his bag. He got dressed so fast he probably set a world's record. He grabbed his stuff and ran, wanting to get away from the scene of the crime. He hadn't imagined it. It had happened. Colton's body was practically on top of him, he was standing so close. Colton had whispered dirty things into his ear. And Colton apparently had the power to make him come without so much as a touch. * * * "You with me?" "Huh?" Parker looked over at Shell. She glanced over at him from behind the steering wheel. "Where'd you go?" "Just thinking." About Colton. "You did great tonight. I'm proud of you, boo." "Thanks." "When you did our dance routine with us at half-time, I thought people were gonna lose their shit." Parker laughed. "It seemed like they liked it." "Trust me, they loved it. You had the whole stadium on their feet. I don't know how you managed to shake your booty in that wolf costume, but you did. Boy, you were dropping it like it was hot." Shell laughed loudly as she remembered some of Parker's moves. "Oh god, that's so embarrassing," Parker groaned as he sunk lower into the seat. "At least most of the people in the stands didn't know it was me in the costume." "We were all talking about it in the locker room. Even that bitter old hag Kim Reynolds had to admit that you were good." "Well, since she hates me, I guess that's something." "Trust me, being the mascot is gonna get you laid." Parker rolled his eyes. "If you say so." "So, a group of us are going to the lake tonight to celebrate. You coming?" "No, that's okay. I'm really kinda tired." Not to mention, he was totally freaked out by what happened in the locker room. Shell sighed. "Are you sure?" "Yeah, I'm sure. Maybe next time." * * * The black wolf sat in the woods behind the house. He was restless again, just like every other night. He went for a run and ended up here. Just like every night. He looked up at the dark window where his mate was now asleep. The sight of him in orgasm, the sharp smell of his semen, would forever be emblazoned in his memory. Very soon he would have him. Another couple of months. Then he could rightfully claim the boy as his. The rule was stupid anyway. Why should he have to wait? He wanted what he wanted and he wanted it now. When the wolf's eyes started to droop, he gave one last look up at Parker's window, then turned and raced through the woods. He emerged several miles away in the backyard of his own house. He scooped his clothes up from the back porch and went inside the house. By the time he got cleaned up and crawled into bed, his cock was achingly hard. Fuck, he needed Parker like he needed his next breath. He would wait until the time was right, even though the wait was killing him. In the meantime, he would need to keep his distance, because if he got too close, he'd likely pick Parker up, throw him on the ground and fuck the ever-loving shit out of his hot little virgin ass. He closed his eyes and remembered Parker's compact body, the way he felt against him, the way he smelled. Colton gripped his heavy cock. He pumped his hand up and down, his loose foreskin making the movement smooth and fluid. He was so turned on, he wasn't going to last. Normally, he'd let his fantasies run wild and edge himself to make it last as long as he could. But after the events in the locker room, he just needed to come. He pumped faster, letting the memory of Parker's scent play across his mind. He closed his eyes and imagined that it was Parker's hand on him. Or his mouth. Or, fuck, that sexy little ass. He stroked faster, increasing the pressure of his fist. With a groan, he bucked his hips up into his fist and let loose, spurting ropey ribbons of hot come all over his chest and abs. He brought his hand up to his mouth and swiped his tongue across his finger. He swallowed it down, tasting the salty, slightly bitter juice. Not too bad. He had never tasted another guy's load before, so he didn't have a comparison. His mind drifted back to Parker. God, he hoped that Parker liked the taste of his come... Because if Colton got his way, the boy was going to be swallowing a lot of it. He laid there for a while, slowly recovering from his orgasm. But his cock was still rock hard. It wasn't satisfied with his hand anymore. With a sigh, he rubbed the thick semen into his skin, then turned over and fell asleep. Erotic dreams of his boy filled the rest of his night.