The Prodigal and the Pac

The Prodigal and the Pack: Chapter Three

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Part One: Zack

After stuffing my face with waffles and bacon, I headed back to my dorm. It was just before noon, and my roommate was out, so I figured I'd take a nap before working on some homework. After plugging in my drained cell phone, I stripped down to my briefs and crawled into my bed. But I guess I had drank too much coffee, because I couldn't get sleepy. I laid there staring at the ceiling for about half an hour.

After I realized I wasn't going to be able to sleep, I got out my phone and goofed around a bit. I sent a text message to my mom, checked out some pictures from the party on social media. And since I didn't hook up with anyone before I got wasted, I hit up a couple of porn sites and started giving myself a little action.

I'm a healthy red-blooded American gay. I like porn. And I don't have any particular hang ups when it comes to sex, other than I haven't had enough of it. I mean, I've hooked up with a few guys in my life, mostly for oral or hand jobs. I've only ever fucked one guy, and only ever been fucked once. I definitely enjoy anal though. I have a few fun toys that have helped me in my sexual education.

So yeah, I was just starting to get into it, my eight inches feeling good, precum starting to flow, when there was a knock on my door.

FUCK! It never fails.

"Just a minute!" I yelled as I pulled up my briefs and grabbed a pair of sweat pants. After making sure I didn't have too much of a noticeable bulge, I looked through the peephole to see who was at the door. I was surprised to see a large county sheriff standing in the hallway.

Shit. My brain went on the fritz for a second and I froze. There was a cop outside my door! Was I in trouble? My ass is defiantly too sexy for jail.

I collected myself and opened the door just enough to talk.

"Hello," I said lamely. "Can I help you?"

The large, considerably handsome man smiled. "Hello there. Are you Zack Wilson?"

Shit. Got to play it cool. "Yes I am."

"I'm Sheriff Connor Sinclair, I'd like to ask you a few questions about what happened last night."

Shitshitshit...

"Um, am I in trouble?"

"No, Zack. Not at all. I just want to ask some questions about last night."

"Oh, ok. Hang on a sec."

I took a quick glance around the room to make sure there wasn't anything that could get me arrested (its a dorm room, its not out of the realm of possibility), then I opened the door. "Come on in."

So I just gotta say, the peep hole didn't do the sheriff justice. When I opened the door he stepped forward into the door frame. He looked like he was in his late 30s, or early 40s, His hair was dark, almost black. His eyes were what you could probably get away with calling smoldering. And of course he had a square jaw covered with a dark scruff that looked one day away from being a full beard. He was tall, with broad shoulders and chest. His uniform fit him like it was painted on. So while my brain was afraid I was about to go to jail, my dick was thinking about an evening in handcuffs with the sexy sheriff.

I walked over to the bed and sat down. Hot Sheriff closed the door behind him but stayed on the far side of my dorm room. I saw him gently stiff the air. Probably expecting it to reek of the devil's lettuce. No such luck, Johnny Five-O!

"Thank you Zack. Sorry to barge in on you like this. I know you had a rough one. But I was hoping you could tell me about what happened last night at the party."

"There's not much to tell. I went to a party, had a few too many drinks, got lost in the woods, and passed out."

The sheriff smiled. "That sounds like a pretty short version of events. Can you give me the long one?"

"I"m not sure there is much more to it, sir. Am I in trouble for that?"

The sheriff shook his head. "You aren't in any trouble. The hospital said they had concerns that you might have ingested a spiked drink. I'm friends with the property owners. They are very nice people who happen to be my distant neighbors. They just want to know if there was something criminal going on."

"Okay," I sighed. "For what it's worth, there wasn't any shady characters or anything. Just a bunch of college kids. What do you want to know?"

"Just, tell me what happened when you got to the party."

"Well, I went with my friend Jessica. We arrived on a bus they were running from campus. We got a drink together. The music was good, and I was dancing. It was my first real college party."

I looked up, and Connor the sheriff had taken a step into the room. Damn, he was sexy. Classic BnB: Bulge in the front, and Bubble in the back. A real muscle daddy.

No! Don't focus on the sexiness. That's how they get you to slip up and confess to kidnapping the Lindberg baby.

"Then what?"

"Well, it was mostly performing arts students. We were having a good time. I mean, I was pretty good until we did shots. That was a mistake."

"Not the first time I've heard that," the older man laughed. Sexy. It was a deep, full laugh, like a lumberjack gargling thunder. Dammit, ignore the sexy, focus on the staying out of jail.

"Anyway, I had to pee so made way way out into the woods. I wasn't thinking straight. I remember getting lost and wandering around. I don't really remember how long. Then at some point I passed out."

"And that's where they found you? Where you were passed out?"

"No...". It slipped out. Something about this man had me spilling my guts. What the hell? That's what I get for focusing on the sexy.

"You woke up before they found you?"

"I don't remember."

"You just said that they didn't find you where you passed out."

"I guess woke up once. I remember I tried my phone but it was dead. Then I remember seeing people coming toward me."

"Did you see any strange people around, or strange wildlife in the woods?"

I looked up with a start. At some point, the sheriff and crossed the room. He was just a few feet away now. "W-what?"

"The hospital said that you were talking about wolves. Did you see something in the woods?"

I looked down at spot on the floor. "Nope. I didn't see anything."

"Are you sure? We have some pretty unusual wildlife around here."

It tried to laugh. "Nope. Just my drunk ass passing out in the woods."

The sheriff smiled and nodded. "Okay, Zack. Thanks for your time." He took a card out the front shirt pocket of that too tight uniform. "If you do think of anything else, give me a call."

I reached for the card, and for a moment, my fingers brushed his. That's when all hell broke loose.

Part Two: The Sinclairs

Billy Sinclair woke up slowly. He glanced over at the clock on his night stand and saw that it was just past noon. He stretched, muscles a little sore from the previous night's exertions. Full moon runs were always more vigorous than regular runs. He thought back to last night, when his wolf led him through the forrest. The sounds of the night, the moonlight shining through the branches, and the sense of peace that comes from being one with his wolf. There was nothing like it.

Billy loved being a werewolf. They all did, but Billy recognized that they all had different reasons. His dad loved the power. He was an Alpha. It didn't matter if he was in wolf or human form. His dad walked in a room and people immediately recognized a born leader. His brother Eddie loved the strength. As an athlete, he loved pushing his body to the extreme, and his wolf was no different. For Billy, what he loved about being werewolf wasn't the strength or power. Billy loved the connection to nature. He loved being able to enter the natural world in a profoundly spiritual way that no other human could.

Of course, there were lots of benefits to being a werewolf. Sharpened sense of smell, improved vision, strength, and increased sex drive. Billy was always horny after a run. He reached down and fondled his cock. He needed to get off.

Billy had gotten home first last night, before his brother or his father. For some reason, he had crashed early. Normally after a good run, they would all end up at home together, finding fun ways to blow off steam. Billy smiled at the thought. His family was unusual in many ways, not the least of which was their unique sexual activities. Billy took a minute to wonder what his brother and father had gotten up to after he fell asleep. Guess he had better go find out.

He didn't bother to get dressed. He wandered naked down the hallway and peeked in his father's room. It was empty. As was his brothers. He was starting to get concerned when he heard soft snoring coming from the living room.

Billy made his way into the room to discover his brother, fully dressed, crashed out on the sofa. He took a moment to contemplate his older brother, Eddie. Both boys had dark hair and eyes like their father. But Eddie was built thicker, with more muscle that Billy. Billy was taller, but more slender. There were other physical differences too. Billy's cock was slightly longer than his brothers, but not as thick. Something both boys liked to throw into each others faces at every opportunity.

Billy was still horny. Staring down at his brother, a sexy idea occurred to him. He smiled, wondering how far he could go before his brother woke up realized what was happening. He slowly made his way to the sofa, and carefully began to unbutton his brother's jeans. He could feel Eddie's bulge, and knew that his brother was already half hard. Thankfully he had boxers on, and Billy was able to slowly ease Eddie's half-hard cock out into view. Billy's mouth was watering. His own nine inches was aching for release. But first, he wanted to suck his brother's eight and half down his throat. He knelt on the floor beside the sofa and slowly began tonguing his brothers shaft. In seconds, Eddie was fully hard. Eddie let out a low groan.

Billy wrapped his lips around the tip of Eddie's cock, licking the precum that had quickly gathered at the tip. Billy loved the way his brother tasted. He began to slowly work his way down, taking his brother deep into his throat.

Eddie groaned again, mumbling something incoherent. Somehow he was still asleep. He must have had some night, Billy thought. He worked his lips up and down, slowly stroking his brother with his mouth. With his free hand, Billy stroked his own hard cock, and wondered if he could get Eddie to cum in his sleep.

Suddenly Eddie moaned again,"Yes, Zack, don't stop!"

Billy's eyes opened with surprise. Zack? He didn't want to disturb his brother's dream, so he kept sucking: deeper, harder. His brother's hand made its way down to Billy's head, guiding him down the thick cock. Billy was getting close, and he knew his brother was too. He must have woke up, because at that moment he cried out, "Oh fuck, I'm cumming!"

Eddie's thick, salty cum flooded Billy's mouth. At the same time, his own orgasm sent his load into his hand and onto his naked chest and stomach. Billy worked his brother's cock until the last drops were licked clean. He looked up at his brother, who was most definitely awake now.

"Good morning."

Eddie was still panting. "Damn, that's a fun way to wake up, bro."

"Yes it is." Billy licked a drop of cum from his lips. "So...who is Zack?"

Eddie shook his head. "Great fucking question and a long fucking story."

Eddie then rolled off the sofa on top of his naked brother, and began to lick up his spilled spunk.