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Grant started his truck and drove out of the school parking lot. His mind was still a jumble, muddled by the desire for sex, which was opposed by a desire for answers. Nothing was adding up, and he had no clue who to ask any of his questions.

As he got further from the school, his state of arousal lessened. He could think clearly without the scent of females in heat in the air. There was really no way to know how many girls were having the same effect on the other students. He wondered how many teachers felt is too. If Mr. Thompson felt it, there were bound to be others in the faculty who were suffering just like the students. How were they fairing so much better?

Then there was the dream, or what Grant continued to call a dream. He'd begun to doubt everything when Jared said he'd also been there. He couldn't have been there if it was a dream, unless they were psychically connected. That was far-fetched. But what about a huge man-beast fucking him in the woods until he passed out? He'd dreamed of being fucked before, but he had always written it off. Being on the football team had its perks when it came to the opposite sex. He'd had his fair share of girlfriends from what few were available in a small town. So what if he sometimes dreamed of the quarterback railing him in the locker room. He assumed it was because they saw so much of each other naked. He'd even had dreams of having sex with weird things like dryads. He'd had to look those up to know what they were. What had happened that night was something different.

He absentmindedly wiped Jared's pre-cum into the front of his shirt. The smell lingered. There was also the problem of what had happened with Jared. It was like his body was on autopilot. He had to admit he was turned on by it and if it wasn't for being in the school parking lot, Jared might be riding his dick right now.

Grant almost missed the access road to Ray's house. He swerved, his tires catching dirt and gravel, throwing a thick cloud of dust into the air. He quickly gained control and set his vehicle on the narrow access road. The trees were thick on either side.

Jared, and Grant's desire of him, created a problem he did not know how to deal with. He wanted to strip the boy down and have his way with him. An image of Jared on all fours, presenting his ass to Grant entered his mind. He wanted Jared, more than anyone he'd ever known. It scared him almost as much as the beast. He felt as if he was losing grip on reality.

He kept his mind on the road ahead.

Ray was a transplant from Britain. He came from old money. Grant imagined he was some kind of nobility. Ray never volunteered much info about his upbringing. His property was situated miles along the forest road. After nearly 30 minutes of uneven terrain, Grant got to the first gate.

This gate ran in a wide semicircle and fronted a clearing where the forest had been cut for timber long ago. From here, Grant could see Ray's castle-like home. The house was two stories and could have come out of a history book, complete with crenelated towers on its front corners. The house was enclosed in another, smaller gate. This one kept in Ray's dogs.

Grant pulled his truck up to the inner gate and parked it there. He relished the seclusion Ray's property offered. The boundaries were huge and required a lot of maintenance. With Ray's advanced age, he was unable to cut back the brush or care of the fences like he used to. Grant was more than happy to help.

Grant got out of his truck and was greeted by the pack of barking dogs. Ray had adopted a number of breeds. There was Brutus, the British Bulldog, and Seamus, the Irish Terrier, and a half dozen others including half-breeds and mutts. Grant made sure they were fed and watered. He also cleared the perimeter of the house of their shit, which could take a good while.

He avoided the main house as he had no interest of explaining his early arrival to Ray. Instead, he led himself into the adjoining compound and made sure all of the dogs had had enough to eat. The food was enclosed in a roofed-in area surrounded by a chain-link fence. It looked like Ray had made it out that morning to feed them since the gate was unlocked. Still, some of the smaller dogs didn't get their share unless Grant was there to mediate.

When they were done, he swept and washed the enclosure clean and got a shovel. He worked on picking up their mess around the outside of the house. His heightened sense of smell did not make this task any more enjoyable. By the time he was done, the sun was blaring down on him and he'd acquired a thin layer of sweat which a film of dust had clung to. The grounds didn't need mowing, so he decided it was time for a swim.

Brutus, one of the laziest of the bunch, but also one of the leaders, watched from the shade while Grant put the shovel back.

"You want to go for a swim?" Grant said.

Brutus got up and barked what sounded to Grant to be an affirmative. The other dogs started barking and wagging their tails in agreement.

"Race you there!"

In addition to the acres of trees, Ray had a large pond on his property. It was almost completely surrounded by the forest, except for an opening on one side. It was even more secluded than the rest of the property. Grant thought of it as a forest glade. A secret of the property.

He ran the distance, leaving the manor far behind. He felt the mountain air fill his lungs and laughed as a kind of electricity ran through his arms and legs, and fingers and toes.

When he got to the pond's edge, he watched as the dogs splashed in. They nipped and barked at each other. Grant kicked off his shoes, pulled off his socks and shirt, then unbuckled his belt and slid off his pants, and finally slipped off his underwear. His cock flopped lightly as he ran into the pond, submerging himself in its crystal waters.

Some days he'd spend hours swimming in the pond and playing with the dogs. Here he could be with nature, free from the bonds of society, the expectations of his friends and family.

He raced the dogs from one end of the pond to the other, and played fetch with them until he and they were tired.

Then he climbed out of the water. He could feel the water dripping off of his balls, thousands of cool little droplets stuck to his skin. He collapsed into the short grass and let the sun kiss his bare chest. He closed his eyes and shielded them with one arm. His clothes were nearby. He could smell them. He could smell Jared on them. He found his shirt and put it to his nose and inhaled the scent of Jared's pre-cum there. His cock was immediately hard. With his free hand, he grasped it and started to gently stroke it. It was so sensitive. He could hear the slickness of his slit, there was already a drop of pre-cum there.

He recalled Jared's weight on his lap in the cab of his truck. The breath, the sweat, the scent. The warmth beneath his fingertips. He imagined them entwined, kissing each other deeply, drinking each other in. Their naked bodies pressed chest to chest, legs locked together. Then he imagined Jared on his stomach, their bodies connected by Grant's throbbing member thrusting deeper and deeper. In his mind he was fucking with an animal instinct. With a power. The image in his mind changed, his arms were now covered in course hair. He imagined fur growing out of Jared's skin, cascading down his shoulders and ending with his round behind. All the while Grant was thrusting his hips faster and faster.

The vision was too much for him. He cried out and grabbed a handful of grass, his other hand gripped his cock. His pelvis bucked. Cum began to spray from his cock head. It landed in his hair, on his forehead, and in his open mouth. Two more spurts hit his chin, the cum splashed and dripped onto his neck and ran down its sides. Another rope landed on his torso, stretching from his belly button to his pecs. His dick pulsed even when his balls were dry.

Grant swallowed his cum and licked his lips, savoring every drop. He rubbed the cum on his chest and stomach into his skin. He stayed on the ground that way for minutes, enjoying the euphoria. Even after, as he waded into the water of the pond to wash off, his cock was rock hard.

Waste deep in the water, as he finished cleaning the cum off his body, a familiar scent filled the air. The dogs started to bark and a wave of fear overtook Grant. He turned to see a man and a woman emerge from the edge of the woods.

He was naked and vulnerable.