Pierre and Wolf

If you are not 18 or the legal age in your country where you live leave now. These story are about gay boy or boy, if this is not what you like leave now. All resemblance with existing people or organizations is purely accidental because this a work of pure fiction.


Jarvis de Var

Pierre Wolf chapter III


Steve

I awake, what a strange dream, I push back my cover to discover with fright, I do not wear my boxer, and the dog his not there any more. I did not take drug yesterday, not so that I know. I can have undress while sleeping but I never made sleepwalking and none sleepundressing neither. I shiver, am I normal, did an insane person knows it that he is insane. However I feel like yesterday or before yesterday. This is perhaps that funny erotic dream and I want to jack in a half sleep. I doubt it, but it is possible and it is much more probable than to think Pierre his a werewolf. Especially him, no it not funny at all. Pierre make love to me if my dream reflects some reality. I would not complain if it have happen. He was frightening and very beautiful at the same time. I remember the taste and the texture of his penis in erection, the taste of his sperm is still fresh in my memory. If all of this is real, don’t forget it. If this is an erotic dream, I want them every night. My shoulder it must remain mark of his bite. I rise quickly and get in my bathroom. In front of the wash-hand basin I see myself in the mirror, fuck this is incredible but it true. Between the clavicle and the point of my shoulder, I see clearly a bite mark and in more bluish tone I distinguishes the mark of each teeth. In my dream or memory where Pierre made love to me must be true. As I smile my rod gently sets up. Let us be clear.
-a dog or a wolf came in my yard two day in a row.
-this dog or wolf seems understand all what I said to him.
-I fell asleep whit this dog or wolf in my room.
-I awake in a close room without this dog or wolf.
-during the night I woke up and found Pierre naked in my bed.
-we have not, he have made love to me rather wild not violent but wild.
-There are visible mark on my body of this event.

It is completely insane, above all I have to keep a proof. I boot my PC and whit my web cam I takes some pictures of the bite on my shoulder, I take care to take two close up at maximum resolution. I must speak to Pierre! What say to him? Hello Pierre, I know that you are a werewolf and I like it very much yesterday evening. Clap your hand to applause the twhit and its great talent of speaker. I will try to evaluate his reaction today. At breakfast my parents are there I should say that my mother is there and my father is behind his newspaper then behind a file. I am rather thoughtful but it passes completely un perceived as usual. I see Pierre in my first class his face did not carry any trace of wounds and found all his splendor. Even his nose which before was open to the cartilage seems intact. It true that last night it seemed intact too. I am completely surprised by the confirmation of a part of what I remembers the day before. His person and his mystery exert a strange fascination on me. I can not put off him. he leave the class to see the nurse then returns. During all the course I cannot concentrate, my eyes turns constantly to him. In the cafeteria I see him at his usual table with the good knack kid of the school. I get close to his table and gives up each time. I have to speak to him without witness. Towards the end of the period of meal he move towards me. He ask me if I want to speak to him he notice my hesitation and my move from my table to his. I admits that I want to speak to him, we agree to meet at the dinner close to the school after the class. The fact that I have ask an appointment to him strike me, I am excited and constrained so that to hide my confusion I flee literally. The day linger, I am increasingly nervous. As soon as the bell signal the end of the class I run to my locker to take my thing and go quickly to the dinner. I await him for about twenty five minutes, he enters and he look irritated. He look around the room when he see me he sing me to wait and use the public phone. Then move towards my table. All along these activities I try to guess his mood, what are his feelings? But all I cangues of his mood it that he seems nervous and worried. He arrives at my table and give me a fake smile. I am not at ease and awkward in my questions. I say to him that I find curious the speed with which his wound have heal. He says to me that he don’t know, I try to see in his face and in his eyes if he lies. He seem to me that he say the truth. I ask to him if he have been out of his home yesterday evening? He answers to me no, then loosing his temper a bit he ask me what I want and I cannot be clear whit my questions, he can do noting for me. He turn his back and leave me. I am disappointed of my performance and of his lack of empathy. All that I could distinguished on his face it is irritation even before he speak to me.

I return at home in a rather bad mood. I prefer Pierre the werewolf better than Pierre in a massacring mood. Getting home I start a net search on lunar calendars. I find a freeware which enables me to have the lunar phases in a permanent way. If the legends are exact it will be necessary to wait the next month for the next full moon. I have to observe Pierre this month, I love this boy or certain aspect of this boy. I don’t believe that he knows what he is. If he knows it, he hide it very well, he deserves a price. He is beautiful and wild, but the next time, if there is one, it me that will lick him.


Pierre

I wake up in a good mood, then I remember that I must see the director this morning. Tessier will not forget it for sure. And this trap have not be set by Tessier this is not of his style. It rather the director style, to use a teacher that nobody wary about to catch an imbecile. Ben is to idiot for his own good and incompetent to control him self. I don’t believe that he is gay he is a stupid ass hole that take his pleasure by controlling the weak and spices it with touch of humiliation. The perfect imbecile, he deserves what he will get. Let us go finish this as soon as possible. I take care of me and yes I dress in black the colour for the execution. I lunch with mom then leaves saying to her that I am in hurry. She guesses that something occurs.

-Grand “Pierre you seems worried this morning.”
-Pierre “No mom it is only that I have a thing that I don’t want to do that I have to do.” I make a face looking at her.
-Grand “You have some problems darling.”
-Pierre “ No not really. This is Ben who try to push me to make a fool of myself yesterday and Mr. Tessier see and hear it all. He want that I meet him at the director office this morning.”
-Grand “Do you want me to go with you?”
-Pierre “ Not mom, I do not have problem I only go to corroborated the testimony or Mr. Tessier. Relax mom I do mot have any problem. I love you take it cool.”

I takes the bus, I am much more at ease. To negotiate with Ben and his assistants, all that you they risk are some contusions and a ruffled ego. If you succeeded in not yielding they lose in your eyes and the eyes of the others and Ben never win with me. Poor idiot he never understood the second degree, he never knew that it would not win against me. To gain it was to go so much far it would fall under the blow from the law and at the end it is me which would win. I arrive at the office of the director secretary , it beckons to me to sit down close to her. In front of me I see Ben sat the miserable air and I hears shouts coming from the office of the director. The door I open see his two assistants who do not carry out any broad.

- Dumont "You have two weeks of suspension and more you must come to my office tomorrow morning accompanied by your two parents. The suspension will not begin officially until my meeting with your two parents. Mrs. Sims will give you letters sealed for your parents "

They are in tears, good for them. M. Dumont looks in my direction.

-M. Dumont “Hello Pierre, come in my office you have a report to write before being able to go to your class.”
-Pierre entering the office. “Hello Mr. Tessier how are you?”
-Mr. Tessier “Very well Pierre and you?”
-Pierre “Very well.” Turning to face Dumont. “In which form do you want this report?”
-Dumont “In heading your name, first name and your permanent number. Write it the most exact possible and according to the chronological order. If you have relevant elements being able to be corroborate, by direct witness, indicated it in appendix. The whole must be sign and date on each page.”
-Pierre “ I start it immediately Mr. Dumont.” I slipping a half smile to him.

The professor and the director speak with low voice, that does not disturb me. To write a report such as this one is more complex than it does appear. I takes nearly one hour to compile this document. In appendix I present two events concerning of the comments and threats in connection with behaviour pled on behalf of Ben, relating to me. I takes some to witness Alicia and Thomas for both.

-Pierre "Mr. Dumont I finished it is most exact possible according to my memory.”

Dumont take what I have write and what Mr. Tessier wrote, I suppose, he start the two documents in parallel. He wrinkles his eyebrows several time without making comment. After several minutes he thank me and ask me to wait in the office of the secretary. I see Ben leaving an office accompanied by two adults, his parents probably. When I see Ben it is not the great shape, he have his eyes red and a contusion at the base of his jaw on the left side of his face. Seeing me he stop. His father has his face closed and a film of sweat on his face. His mother has the red eyes and look completely out of it. getting behind Ben his parents push him in direction of the office and throw me an icy glance. I wait for several minutes. Suddenly I hears shouts, the door of the office open and Dumont invite me to enter. I really do not want but I go there nevertheless. I am introduce to Ben parents and get an interrogation mainly from Ben father. A chance that Dumont is there because Ben father must very the law, he conduct himself like a lawyer. He try to wedged me, the trick to avoid being wedged by people like that it saying the truth, it is easier not to be mistaken. It is what seems most logical to me and in more I do not have any reason to lie. He succeeded in making me say that I dislike Ben because he is rough and without conscience. I also say to him that I considered Ben dangerous for the weak, not for me because he his not bright enough and to have a slap in the face never frighten me. I know that with Ben I will end up catching up with him. That contrary to Ben I know what is my value and I do not need anybody to know who I am. I excuse myself to Ben father if my attitude could have put out of pin the weaknesses of character of his son. While leaving I look at Ben, he observes me his eyes largely open. His face expresses the most complete distress. At the same time Dumont catches me by the shoulder.

-Mr. Dumont “Pierre you can return at home if you want.”
-Pierre “ No Mister it is rather quiet at home, I have tendency to annoy myself.”
-Mr. Dumont “Ok Pierre asks the secretary to give you a pass.”

The secretary who heard it all was prepare me the pass when I approach. It is late when I arrive in the corridor. The rumour mill functions already, I get at the third class or the morning. I try not to pay attention at the different version of what happen between me and Ben. Thus some that I hear are very close to the truth. At lunch hour I get in the cafeteria and move towards our table my friends are already there I sit then they question me. I tell them what have happen to me, avoiding highlighting my role. By their questions what seem to remain to them in their memory it is that Ben had homosexual impulses. Finally Thomas is the one that have said what I thought, Ben is a sadist first and possibly gay afterwards. For me at the base he is dangerous for the weak ones. This is a conviction which remains in me without question. It is better that he receives the care appropriate to his condition. The rest of the day occurs any other upheavals. I see Steve each time that I change class or when I go to my locker. I have the impression that he is there to protect me, this impression is without logical base this is a conviction which that raise from faith more than any other thing. This inward conviction prevents me to send away this guard that I don’t need or this spy that take interest in my small life. When I question myself about Steve motivations once again they are answers irrational coming from I don’t know where who prevent me from questioning him about his motivations. During the following weeks this state of fact stay stable.


Steve

When I get in my first class Pierre is not there. The two first period I hear all kind of rumours on the reason of Pierre absence. The common point of all those rumours his Ben. Right before meal I enter the cafeteria, I see Pierre at is table, he is looking in good shape. He smile and speaks with his friends. I would like to be with them but he seems to tolerated badly my presence. I decide to keep my eyes on him even if he don’t like me in his normal state… I can always hope. Perhaps some part of him like me? On my part I am devoted for him, he is nice, beautiful and mysterious. I count the days from the27 to 29 October, he should be subject to the influence of the full moon. Will he misuse me? While thinking of that I cannot prevent myself from smiling and feeling my penis react to this possibility. After few days it is proved that Ben will not return before a certain time. The two imbeciles who accompanied him, one have change school the other return for his greater misfortune. He have to face the bully like him. He was call fag and queer. If Mr. Dumont had not exerted a tight monitoring on him he would have had to defend his honour if he have some. Mr. Dumont catch three of these bully. A good clean up, I will not complain. Watching Pierre I see that he don’t have truth friend, he know a mass of peoples but he does not seem to have a real connection whit anyone. He had a friend, I believe that he have move at the end of the summer. Pierre must have keep his mood for himself unless he is a cold fish what I do not believe. When I held his head on my knees he was calm and courageous all along was of a great correction in spite of the pain and discomfort. I do not know why, it not only sex, I realizes that I start to like him. With each day that I keep an eye on him a little more. Halloween decoration are everywhere, I buy myself a werewolf mask. I smile buying it, if the salesman knew. From October 25 I pass my evenings in my house in the tree, the fort as I call it. I wait impatiently the arrived of the wolf. The temperature is fresh but I like passing the evening outside and to look at the forest. At 21H or 22H I return in my parents house. Wednesday evening the 27 towards 19:45H I hear scraping under the house. I open the trap door and see the wolf which scrape the trunk close to the ladder. He look at me with his bright eyes. I goes down, as long as I had not see him it was only imagination, amusing and erotic. To see him like that freezes my blood, I miss the last two steps and fell on my back I feel a little dizzy. The wolf run in my direction he lick and smell me everywhere. He welcome me whit pleasure. I don’t know how to react. He move away stop and look at me. I rise and say to him.

- Steve "He my beautiful Pierre who is that you want? That I follow you!”
he jumps on the spot looks in the direction of the forest and look at me. As soon as I walk in his direction he start to run towards the forest. It necessary that I run to keep up whit him. When we enter under the cover of the trees it become darker, I must slow down. Pierre stop look at me, he catches the corner of my jacket and guides me. After about half hour he stop near a rotting trunk and disappear under it. under the trunk a kind of room have been dig, cover of dead leaves as rug. When I sit in this room Pierre left me. The room his 1,8m long by, .9m broad, the height varies 60cm with 1,1m in the centre. I hears Pierre howl from some distance. Twenty minutes later he enters very wet and rub on me. It is very dark inside I feels him move without moving, he changes. I don’t want to see him change even if he do not seem to suffer from his transformation to see it is making me suffer for him. Under my hands I feel the skin and his ribs he is hot very hot.

-Steve “Pierre how do you feel?”
-Pierre, with a very growling voice “Friend grrr.”
-Steve “Do you know who you are , what do you do in normal time?”
-Pierre, he start stripped me using his hands and fingers. “ Friend.” He take my hand and put it top of his nose. “Friend.”

He is naked he hug me, I still have my socks and boxer. He sticks his face on mine and binds his legs with mine. His body is an infernal furnace, I melts between his arms. In few minutes I fall asleep in the arms of this werewolf in his den, I am well in safety in peace. Just before falling in a deep sleep I lick his face. Strange he taste like iron.