True Story
Just a little idea, a bare bones for future work.
This is a story about a wolf, and his struggle to find his place in the world.
His name is Ven, he was born into a middle class family. His parents Sarah and Micah were happy to have a son, the two sisters Avante and Makayla were also blessings nonetheless. But Ven was the only son, the one to carry on the family name of Leon. A strange last name for a family of wolves, but in the end it's just a name.
It was in middle school that Ven realized what he was, and how hostile an environment it could be for him. He was a smart kid, and knowing that you're gay and have a huge boner for humans doesn't make growing up any easier. Especially when you carry around a crushing burden like that, lying to everyone you know, asking out the girls instead of the boys. But the worst part of it is the guilt, feeling that somehow it is your fault, keeping your feelings suppressed and buried deep down. The hardest part is letting go, but Ven learned to do that eventually.
High school wasn't much different, he would ask girls out to the dance, and awkwardly dance with them as they tried to get dirty with him. Even when the girl asked him about it the day after, if he had anything he wanted to tell her. He would nod his head and say no, simply walking away. But being on a sports team somewhat helped him deal with it all. Water polo of all things, it was such a strange team dynamic. The guys were all so friendly, making sexual jokes with each other, rather than talking about girls. More than once one of the cute twinks on the team asked if he could skull fuck Ven. Jokingly of course, but he would dream about it all day and night. There was a big guy, Thor, stood 6'4 and had a nice muscular body, with just the right amount of hair. Ven had the hugest crush on him, wishing that he would bend him over in the showers one day and just fuck the shit out of him. Of course that never happened, but it was at this time in his life that he realized. There was no reason to be afraid of who he was, these guys wouldn't call him a faggot, they would probably try to fuck him. So he made a promise to himself, when he moved away to college, things would change. He would start again, come out and explore his sexuality.
But such promises turn out difficult to keep, on his first week at Three Rivers State University up north on the coast he met an older guy, he was 28. Kyle was his name, big tall lean toned guy, said he was looking for a friend with benefits. As they walked down the sidewalk on that warm autumn day, he had the biggest urge to say yes, I will be that guy. I want to have sex with you all the time, he had that chance, but stood silent. Lied again as he said he wanted something more than sex, but the truth is he wanted nothing else. Eventually he met another cute twink, he was 25 and his name was Dusty. Dusty had a big dick for only being 5'6 but Ven got on his hands and knees and took all 8 inches of it under his tail, and loved every second of it. After that they never hooked up again and became friends, but he wished he could have explored more with the guy. Later he found out that Dusty was a former porn star, and knew a lot about bondage and bdsm. He wanted so badly to explore that, the thought of being dominated and restrained made his dick wet his panties like a girl. But again, he failed to keep his promise and remained silent, until he found three years of his life wasted doing nothing but school work, he had yet to explore his sexuality. Dusty moved away, Kyle moved away, his friends moved away, and he found himself alone in a little apartment for his fourth year. His emotions finally caught up with him, the isolation and lack of interaction drove him to the brink. Thoughts of suicide, depression, not even going to classes, he didn't know what to do. He hated himself for it but he swallowed his pride and did the thing he hated the most, called for help. He withdrew from the college entirely and asked his mother if he could come home. Of course she said yes. So he found someone to take over the lease on his apartment and packed all of his shit up and drove six hours south to home.
It was such a relief, but not without more obstacles, because life is never easy. He had two friends remaining in his home town, Richie and Jasmine. Everyone else had gone their separate ways. Richie he met a year ago when he was visiting home for the summer. They hooked up, the sex was great, but Ven put a stop to it. Richie was a very physical guy, he needed body contact, someone to sleep next to, wake up with, etc. Long distance like that wouldn't work between them, so he and Richie just became friends. He never lost his feelings for the guy, got jealous when he got a boyfriend, cried when he saw how happy they were, and how unhappy he was. Felt betrayed when his former gay friend turned out to be an anti-gay protester for an extremist right wing church. Fucking Hypocrite. Jasmine was always there though, even if Ven never talked about his feelings, simply kept it all buried deep down, he could still smile if he was with her. But even that didn't last, as she got into her dream college and moved nearly 8 hours south of his home town.
Things began looking up as his feelings for Richie faded, he started to go outside more and started to take care of the rose bushes in the back yard, smelling their sweet nectar as he pruned them, trimming them back made them explode in new flowers, and they always made him smile. He started hanging out with Richie more and made new friends, August, Kory, ... but. Somehow he felt that, they weren't friends, maybe it was just him. He always felt like an outsider, that he was just Richie's friend, that he wasn't welcome unless Richie was there. Eventually he felt like he had to let loose and just say fuck it, so he got the courage and started to drink and take Molly with everyone else. Even though he danced his ass off and drank like crazy, having a great time, the filter on his muzzle was gone. He said whatever he thought and felt, and it wasn't pretty. He cried, telling Richie "you know me, I would never say those things, I can't stop myself, it just comes out." He would just get a pat on the back and get told to cheer up.
What a joke.
Jasmine was right, Richie is a shitty friend. Ven was there for him, helping him move, lending him his car, and what did he get out of it? Drugs, alcohol, whatever he could buy those himself. What Ven needed was a friend, and Richie never delivered.
The next few weeks were shaky, as he coped and worked through those feelings, deciding that ultimately having Richie as a friend was better than being alone. And one night when everyone was at August's house, Tyler came over. Ven liked him the moment he saw him, the guy was tall, skinny, had a cute face. But it was when they were left alone, and started to talk, he really wanted Tyler. They had so much to talk about, video games, music, gay life. He smiled, and felt that for the first time in a long time, he was happy. But life is a cruel bitch, and no matter how much flirtatious texting, talking, gaming. Tyler just wasn't that into him. He had a truly busy life, always working or sleeping. When had had time off he would go out with his friends instead of asking Ven out on a date. How does the saying go? Bros before Hoes. And that's what Ven felt like, just some Hoe. With tears in his eyes he would still admit, "I want to love Tyler, I just want to spend time with Tyler." But time was the one thing Tyler didn't have, and it crushed him to admit it, but it was time to move on. If Tyler wasn't going to even try, then why waste any more time on him.
And this brings us to present day, where a glimmer of hope still remains. It wasn't much, just a faint shimmer in the water, but Ven started really talking with an old classmate, Fren that came out as Bi, who was really into guys. They too had much in common, he thought the guy was cute too, and as they talked it turns out they were in the same boat, bros before hoes. He feels that he could really make a connection, if the other guy was willing, maybe not a boyfriend but a really good friend. He hasn't yet got the courage to ask him, to just hang out, meet in person, catch up. As he sat there in his bed, tapping the screen on his phone, wondering what was the next step. Try to ignite things with Tyler, go after Fren, just jerk off for the rest of his days. The future is uncertain, but he could always live in the now and day dream about what sex with them would be like. He hates to admit it but he still fantasizes about Richie, after he stopped shaving his chest and kept a trimmed short beard, he got he hots for him again. Thinking about how cute Tyler would be bouncing on his dick, how hot Richie would be pounding his ass, how he wanted to have Fren cum in his mouth, he wanted it all. As he came all over his chest reality comes back down on top of him, he was still alone, and covered in cum. With a sigh he would close his eyes and drift off to sleep, he would shower in the morning, who knows what tomorrow could bring, as they say, it's always darkest before the dawn.