{"sf1_id":141,"sf2_id":"k1V9xRjn","title":"Bar Tales 1","author":"SwampRat","words":1946,"posted_at":"2002-10-23T06:21:00.000Z","tags":["Human","M/M","NC","Werewolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/141-bar-tales-1","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/k1V9xRjn","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=141\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"BAR1.TXT  \n  \nBar Tales #1 - The Stranger  \nBy SwampRat  \n(c) 1991 The Rashathran Society  \n  \nOne fine day I arrived early at the Tavern to set-up the equipment. We have a  \nsmall group that plays sometimes. Not much money, but lots of good times. I  \nfelt, rather than knew there was somebody inside.. Now I knew there wasn't  \nSupposed to be anybody in there.. And especially nobody who was plunking on..  \nMy GUITAR!! This was worse than finding somebody in bed with your wife... Even  \nthough I wanted to run in and strangle whoever it was, caution prevailed. And a  \ngood thing too! As I cautiously opened the door (The hinges were as silent as a  \nghost for once. That in itself was unusual..) and peeked in. Somebody was  \nsitting on stage, instrument in hand. The person was stroking it, playing  \nnothing in particular. Then he struck a match.. and I forgot my own name.  \nThere, puffing a pipe into life was a WereWolf! The fangs bit into the  \nmouthpiece. Black, doggish lips held the Meerschaum in place. Long claws  \nattached to hairy fingers slid across the top, and he puffed for a moment.  \nBlue, Almost human eyes stared into the flame for a moment.. Then, with a  \ngesture that made me wince, put the flame out on his tongue.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He turned his head and spat the now dead match into the fireplace. My eyes  \nadjusted to what little light there was, revealing a furry body, legs crossed.  \nThe being Did have a robe of sorts on. He reached over, turned the amp gain up,  \nand started to play. I was almost thrown back out the door, as the muzzle  \nopened.. And pain poured out. \"Carry on, My Wayward Son..\" The furred neck  \nlifted, tilting the mouth up. \".. No More...\" Grief rose to the ceiling. Then  \ndownward, shaking the grizzled head, as he went into the first riff. The being  \nseemed oblivious to his surroundings, not even noticing when I came in plugging  \na second git-box in (Ever since a little incident, I keep a guitar locked up on  \nthe storeroom), and started playing rythem. And even though I joined in, I  \ntalked.. He SANG! With a touch of an English accent, misery flew to the  \nrafters, wafted towards the floor. And in general made me feel like a Piker,  \nFirst-Class..  \n  \nAs if That wasn't enough.. When he finished ripping my heart out, the creature  \nstarted playing 'Spellbound'. \"I have lost my memory. Baby, for the life of  \nme...\" I forgot to pick! Lower lip quavering, agony chased anguish across the  \nwooden slats. \"One look and I wear my heart upon my sleeve, One touch from you,  \nAnd I just can't believe...\" I felt the tears welling up. How could anything  \nhurt so? And those furry fingers never missed a note. With one last flourish he  \nsat, head bowed. I put my hand on his shoulder, in a comforting way.. \"Have you  \ncome to finally end it?\" The eyes looked at me. I almost fell off the stage.  \n\"What?!?\" He sighed, standing. \"No, You have no weapon.. I thank you for the  \nuse of your instrument..\" The WereWolf turned, and started toward the door.  \nNow, one of the First rules at Callahan's was: \"Don't Pry. When they get good  \nand ready, they will spill the beans..\" Of course many Laws and Rules have been  \nbent 'twixt those hallowed walls. And since we pattered ourselves after that  \nlegendary establishment, This place was no exception. And I wasn't about to let  \nthat tortured soul just walk out with no rhyme or reason as to why he felt  \nso...  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I am taller than most, but I didn't even come up to his shoulders, Hunched and  \nall! So, I did the next best thing.. I slapped him on the back. \"Come on. Life  \ncan't be all that bad..\" The creature turned around.. And Kissed me! I fell  \nback, sputtering. He looked down at me, a sad smile flickering across the  \nbeing's features. \"Tell me you didn't feel revulsion..\" A Homosexual WereWolf.  \nIf that don't beat all.. I got up, and took a hairy paw. \"Not at all. You just  \nstartled me..\" That was the Second Biggest Lie I have ever told. \"I am used to  \nrejection.\" Those 4 words hit harder than if he had hauled off and smacked me.  \nWithout thinking I lashed back. \"You expect me to wallow in Self-Pity with you?  \nSo You're Gay! At least you are alive! And healthy!\" I paid for my arrogance.  \nHe turned, and walked out. Even though it was only a few steps to the parking  \nlot, By the time I could get my feet to move, the WereWolf had vanished.. His  \nwords, spoken just above a whisper, now haunted me.\"You do not understand.. It  \nis not pity, but fear that treads so heavily upon me..\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; What was it like to be a creature of the dark? Did he too crave blood? We had a  \nresident Vampire. And a damn good friend too.. I kicked myself, looking at the  \nSign. \"Brotherhood Tavern. We welcome everyone.\" Well, almost.. Sighing, I made  \nthe stage ready. My heart skipped a beat, when a hand laid itself on my  \nshoulder. \"I believe I owe you an apology..\" I looked at the 7-foot tall form.  \n\"As I said, I am used to rejection. Perhaps too used to it..\" I laughed  \nshakily, and asked him to help me with the equipment. Thereafter, He was a  \nfrequent visitor..  \n  \n\\* \\* \\*  \n  \nHe sometimes joined in our card games, But never for money. I always wondered  \nwhy. Even Ralph played for money, although what a dog would do with it, I have  \nno idea.. But, we respected his decision. Until one night.. I should have known  \nbetter, but after my third mug of Old Bushmills (And giving my keys to John), I  \nwasn't thinking too clearly. Long Drink and Doc were pretty much 'in the bag'  \nas well. Which is exceptional, since Doc doesn't drink.. Well, occasionally.  \nAnyway, Zane sat, sipping his Irish Coffee, and shuffling. Slowly.. That was a  \nclue unto itself. Well, somebody brought up the fact that although playing for  \nmatches was ok, they would rather play for drinks. For once the WereWolf was in  \nagreement. Another ominous warning. Did we listen? Hah! We sat, grinning to  \nourselves, for the pile of matches in front of the creature was somewhat larger  \nthan anyone else's.. And revenge being a universal feeling, we decided to  \nrecoup a small share of our pride. Nothing serious, mind, just a few dollars..  \nOr perhaps a Bar-Tab. Nah..  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Ralph sat in awe, watching the long fingers manipulate the 'pasteboards'.  \n\"Please close your mouth, Love.. You're giving me Ideas.\" He grinned. and set  \nthem down in front of Doc. \"Cut?\" That worthy looked like a snake had reared up  \nin front of him. Then smiled crookedly. \"Sure..\" And promptly made 20 little  \npiles. Zane shoved the cuffs of his robe up to his elbows, to show us there  \nwere no cards hidden on him. \"Nothin' Up My Sleeve...\" A collective groan came  \nfrom about 3 tables. Then he gathered all the piles up... And proceeded to deal  \neach of us an Ace. Then a King. Then a Queen. Naming each Card as it came up.  \nHe stopped at the Ten. \"That, Gentlemen, is why I NEVER Play for Money.. Let me  \nknow when you wish to play for matchsticks..\" Then he snapped one of the  \nafore-mentioned off his thumb, and lit his pipe with it. Stood, and took his  \nempty mug back for a refill. We sat there, looking at the cards.. Ralph  \nsuddenly snapped his mouth shut. \"Ideas?!?\" We all fell on the floor.  \n  \n\\* \\* \\*  \n  \nI knew he was different, but I didn't understand why the being was so nervous  \nuntil.. I closed up the bar and had stepped into the parking lot, When... \"I am  \nsorry, Bill, but I need.. I hunger..\" Those same blue eyes that had looked at  \nme countless times, showed the ragged edge of insanity. Except the pupils were  \nnow split, like a cat's. \"I shall try to make this as fast, and as painless as  \npossible..\" The claws dug into my shoulders, as the WereWolf pressed his lips  \nagainst mine. There was a momentary revulsion, washed away by pity as the  \ncreature fumbled at my belt. \"You see, William, I am not like other Wolfen. I  \ndo not crave blood..\" My trowsers puddled on the soft ground. \"For a long time,  \nI made do with animals. But, Society caught up with me..\" The elastic in my  \nunderwear was stretched, and they too, fell. Claws grasped me gently, but  \ninsistently. \"Too many houses. To many people.. Now, I must get my nourishment,  \nas I shall from you.. By coercion, instead of volunteerism, or even Love..\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"I must ask you not to struggle or make too much noise.. I regret this, But the  \nwant is greater than my will...\" He snarled, and knelt. One paw caressed my  \nbutt while the other held my cock up. Zane lapped on it, paying particular  \nattention to the sensitive underside. Despite my loathing, as we were both  \nmales, My penis jerked to hardness in very little time. The creature continued  \nslavering over it.. then pressed the seeping head to his lips. I moaned, as he  \npressed his muzzle forward, making my hard flesh slide into the warm mouth.  \nThis continued until fangs pressed themselves into my groin. Long fingers  \ncaressed my testicles, as the monster nuzzled my crotch, sucking hungerily. He  \nbobbed, rapidly pumping his snout along my maleness. In no time, I felt an itch  \nbuilding under my nuts. The tongue wiggled against the underside of my  \ncock-head... And I gasped, orgasm making me grit my teeth. The Wolf milked my  \nchurning balls for all the scum they could, drool running warmly down my  \nscrotum, as he sucked with abandon. Another wave of pleasure hit, making me  \ntilt my head back, and grab at the furry shoulders. I collapsed over the  \ncreature nursing at my groin.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Both paws dug into my butt, as the creature laid me on my back, still gulping  \nmy jism. I looked through slitted eyelids at the animal now gently cradling my  \nshrinking dick in his warm mouth. With one last longing lick, he let it slide  \nout, steaming. He patted the inside of one thigh. \"I thank you.. But now I must  \ngo.. It was nice knowing you, Bill..\" I looked at the downcast creature. \"What  \ndo you mean 'was'?\" He turned, startled. \"Look guy. We have many people in  \nthere who do much worse than suck an occasional cock. If you had given me some  \nwarning, I would have found somebody.. Hell, If I knew you were That much in  \nneed, I would have volunteered..\" He gave me a hand up. and brushed my back  \noff. Then stood, head down. I felt like smacking him one. \"Nothing to be  \nashamed about.. Just Tell somebody.. OK?\" He nodded. I grinned, thinking about  \n'Trixie'. Now there's someone who would Really be turned on by Zane. \"Come on.  \nI'm thirsty..\" I zipped up my pants. It had been a while since I had gotten my  \nrocks off.. Way too long since my last BJ. The Wolf caught me as I tripped over  \na stone. He looked at me for a moment.. I grinned. Hmmm... What the hell.. One  \nmore time couldn't hurt. \"Come on, I'll buy us both a drink..\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The End  \n  \n  \n\"Carry On Wayward Son\" - From 'Leftoverture' by Kansas  \n\"Spellbound\" - From 'Green Thoughts' By The Smithereens  \n  \n  \n\n"}