Three Wolf Brothers Chapter one: To Live and Fuck in LA By Evan Andrews ©2024
This is a not really a fan fiction, but...
"Three Wolf Brothers" is part of a larger cycle of stories related to my Hunters and Hunted series. This is not your typical werewolf story any more than Wolf Station was. This part deals with the Brothers adjusting to their new home in America. (The reason they left was hinted at in Wolf Station. There're issues coming to a head in Sydney which I've started in on but can't finish satisfactorily.) In fact, it's mostly a set up for the next set of stories which will look at the werewolves across America.
As always, I had some faces in mind as I wrote these stories. The Brothers are played by the three Hemsworths: Luke, Chris, and Liam, because—damn it have you seen these men?! Other actors will be mentioned as they enter (and leave) the story. Today we are reaching into the Wayback machine to pull up classic porn Al Parker and Lee Marlin. Sanjeet Nath plays Manish, and Al's strippers are wrestlers Alex Hammerstone and Alex Chamberlain. This story should not be considered a true representation of the sexuality of either the actors or the characters they play.
The story depicts males in sexual situations with other males. If this offends you, if you are underage, or if reading such is illegal where you are please stop reading now. Thank you.
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"So," Al, their host, said, "You liking LA?"
That might be what the daddy Brother was asking but underneath the three Brothers, who were also brothers which was rare, Luke, Chris, and Liam, could all hear the unspoken "Who in their right minds would leave Australia?" They'd heard it daily since they arrived. The brothers had, for various reasons, all tired of the scene in Oz and decided to strike out and try their luck in another turf.
Their plane had dropped them in LA, land of eccentricity and excess, and in short order they found themselves truly run after. Their rugged good looks attracted the "talent" scouts, and their scent attracted other Brothers of the metro area if only to see what was going on with them.
They'd taken up the Big Bear pack on their offer and moved into their—uh, den? The Big Bear den was nothing like Wulf's Wolf Station, or the safe houses in Sydney, Melbourne, Adelaide, or Brizzie. A combination of glam cottages sprinkled over an expanse of countryside, it was bigger than any house the brothers were used to. Luke, the practical one, wondered how so many Brothers managed to live among these monkeys, then he figured out how big LA was. In their new home, they earned their keep the way most wolves did, and eventually made contacts outside the immediate pack.
This evening, Al, an important older Beta who kept an open safe house in the hills overlooking the city had invited them to a parry in order to expand their acquaintance. Currently Al was keeping an eye on his party from an elevated deck. And it was quite a party to keep an eye on. Naked men, both Brothers and monkeys, cavorted on the lower deck, some innocently, some engaged in lewd debauchery. Luke was sure not all the men getting fucked were Sealed bitches, but they were not used to the number of street hustlers this urban sprawl afforded.
By and by, a likely young man caught their collective eye (the boys often hunted and fucked as a team), and they made their move. The studly little South Asian, who looked like he'd fallen out of a Bollywood muscular boy flick, gyrated alluringly in nothing more than a pair of purple posing trunks.
"G'day," Chris Aussied at their object of interest.
The dancer met Chris's eyes and instantly fell prey to his animal magnetism. Actually Chris didn't need to use his charm, the dancer was at the party to make contacts for future gigs, or baring that have lots of hot sex with no strings attached. He had no idea how successful he'd be at both tonight.
"We wanted to tell you how we like your moves," Luke breathed on the other side of the dancer.
"Yeah, what he said," finished Liam, cutting off the dancer's last avenue of escape—not that he wanted to escape.
The bulge in the purple briefs started to swell, and the dancer stared in raw lust at the three, just catching himself before he started drooling.
"Hi," Purple managed to stammer.
"What's your name?" Luke asked.
"They call me Manish."
"Of course they do," Chris smiled, sliding up from behind and catching the dark young man in his arms and pulling him into a hug. Liam's assured hand reached down and cupped the dancer's junk.
"They didn't lie," he grinned.
Manish's cock, that had started to plump, now went full sequoia and declared itself (and his interest) unabashedly through the nylon of his briefs.
The other two brothers moved in, and the four fell into the familiar dance in the midst of scores of other men doing the same thing.
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Up in the Crow's Nest, the upper deck whence Al directed his party, a pair of hunky muscle strippers with pro wrestler bodies were at the same time putting on a show for their host. Al and his guest, Lee, a monkey, true, but also a power in the porn industry, were more interested by what they saw down in the orgy. After a thorough and prolonged make-out session, the Aussie brothers had bent Manish over a chair and were now spit-roasting the stud, but that while keeping in constant motion. They switched off who was filling which hole like men used to sharing a single man's favors. The dancer's cock attested to the fact that he clearly loved the attention, and he was in fuck-toy seventh heaven as the brothers put his holes to good use.
"Wow," Lee said.
"Acrobatic," Al agreed.
"Are they..?"
"Just off the boat from Australia, or plane, or so I'm told."
"Ah!" Lee said appreciatively.
"What? You getting some sort of idea?"
"Yeah," Lee grinned like he'd just been handed a present. "Like what's going on down there but more of it. My customer base would eat those three up!"
Al knew that Brothers had a few times dived into the world of porn (gay porn, of course). There they had made a big stir before moving on after a few flicks—once it started to get boring. The end of these relationships had not always been amicable—or pretty, so Al fixed the pornographer with a warning eye.
"Just remember, Lee, even though they're strangers, they're still my Brothers. You try anything funny—ANYTHING--and things will get hairy for you—if you know what I mean."
Lee laughed nervously. Though the two were friends, the monkey knew what a real threat from Al sounded like.
"No, Al, really," Lee assured his host, "I'm not that kind of guy. But, I've got an idea. Let me go put the idea to them. If they don't tell me to fuck off on the spot, we can come back up here, and you can listen in to make sure that I'm not trying anything unkosher."
"Go make your pitch," Al said after a moment, "Then bring them up—if they take you up on your offer, that is."
As Lee stepped down to the lower deck, Al looked at the blond muscle-stripper and said, "Hammer, why don't you get yourself over here and show me what you can do with that pretty mouth while we wait."
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The porn mogul finally made his way through the crowd, arriving just as the three brothers were dosing Manish's face and open mouth with three heavy loads of stud cream. The stripper then leaned back against Luke's thigh and, beating off wildly, shot his own load like a pro—which Lee knew him to be, though the boy only worked occasionally for smaller production companies.
After a moment of applause from the immediate audience, the crowd went back to their own fucking. Lee, on the other hand, kept clapping.
The shorter stud stepped up to the three Brothers who were eying him with wary curiosity. (Lee had been on the other side of the camera not that many years before, and he kept the remains of looks that had once melted the hearts and creamed the palms of thousands of admirers.)
"Very impressive," he said, "Captivating even."
"And you are?" Luke asked.
"Lee, Lee Merlin. I run a porn production company."
Awestruck, cum-covered Manish translated that for his fuckbuddies.
"Wait. You run Merlin Adult Films?! Dudes, this guy's maybe the biggest wheel in the whole industry!"
The brothers' interest picked up with that, and Lee handed the stripper a card.
"Call my office and set up an interview—Manish was it? Mention Al's party. Now I need to talk to these young men in private."
Giddy with his good luck, Manish snatched up his discarded posing trunks and scrambled away to clean up before going back to dancing. An interview wasn't a job after all, and the South Asian still had to pay the rent.
"Well?" Luke said.
"Let's find a quiet—er, a quieter corner?"
He led the three naked Aussies up to Al's private deck. Al grinned them a welcome as he languidly fucked Hammer's face. The brothers pulled on their shorts and sat down before Lee spoke again.
"What your fuck-toy down there said is true. I make more and better pornos than anyone else on the coast, and I want to use your talent in an upcoming movie."
"Really?" Chris posed, playing the skeptic card that his brother Luke usually played, "You saw us breeding that slut and decided that of course we'd just drop our lives to come work for you?"
"Something like that, yeah," Lee said, "I mean, let's be real. That action was the hottest thing I've seen outside of a studio in a while. You boys are naturals. (The brothers grinned) You're built, you're damned good-looking; and you have enough inches of cock among you to scare the metric system back to Paris where it belongs. But more than that, you can fuck, fuck well, and you're not shy about having sex in public. You had an audience of now-devoted fans down there watching you all getting off. You didn't mind the audience then, and I'm simply proposing a wider audience."
Lee was warming to his subject.
"I know a winning combination when I see it. And for every money shot you manage I can see it raining money. Enough profits to cover you, me, and the company. If you work for me, you'll be the biggest thing in porn the second the first trailer drops on the internet."
"Just to clarify," Chris said, "We are talking gay porn here, right? You don't expect us to fuck women?"
"Absolutely," Lee said, "I leave the straight stuff for other people."
"So, what precisely did you have in mind?" Luke asked.
"What I'm proposing is a sequel to `Three Brothers'."
The brothers' faces registered nothing.
"Oh, you are not fucking with me are you? It was an iconic film a while back.."
"Still not ringing any bells," Luke said, "And we almost never watch pornos."
"We don't need to," Liam said.
Lee, rolling his eyes, grabbed for his phone and cussed.
"Okay, dammit, let me find..."
He dug into the web for a few minutes and then said, "There we are. Boys, gather around."
They made a circle behind him and watched the trailer for a film starring three real life (as opposed to porn) brothers. There were several unrelated scenes, but in Chris' mind the hottest starred the middle brother, Vince. The monkey buck had a leer even a Brother might be jealous of.
The Aussies' shorts tented, and Lee figured he had their attention.
"I want to build off this, but have a story with continuity. Three Brothers Two will pick up from the airport layover scene. I figure to follow the characters through the bachelor party, some individual scenes—each of you paired with one of our exclusives, and end with some sort of kinky group scene reinforcing family values beyond the straight and narrow."
"Incest is a family value?" Chris said archly.
"It's only incest if you fuck one another, and that's the last thing I want. You guys HAVE to be unassailable tops. I have a stable of bottoms and verse studs that would give their eyeteeth to have you ram one of those cocks up their asses."
Liam reached over Lee's shoulder, and pressed the button to run the trailer again. His other hand was at the fly of his shorts, stroking his again-rigid fuck-meat.
"Well, Liam's willing," Luke said, "You have any objections, Chris?"
"To the idea? No. But I want to hear and see the details."
"Al," Lee said, "This is where you set fuck-face aside and add your voice."
Al had been holding Hammer's head still while he finished skull-fucking him. With a cry he twitched, and the blond muscle-bottom's mouth overflowed with the beta's gooey load. Al fell back, and the grinning muscle-boy fell forward across his thighs, his mouth still open, still dripping the remains of Al's orgasm. On another chaise, the other muscle-stud, Chamberlain, who was furiously pounding his own meat gave a whimper and fired off a respectable load onto his own belly. (Neither stripper had big dicks, but with those bodies they didn't need them.)
The brothers applauded, and Al opened a lazy eye.
"You're ready for me. Fine."
He turned his face to the brunet stripper and said, "Chamberlain, Hammer here hasn't cum yet. Take him downstairs and edge him. Choose a central place and give the guests a good show."
Chamberlain helped his compatriot to his feet, and the naked strippers stumbled down the steps into the crowd.
"Now," the host said, wiping away the fuck juices from his crotch, "Tell me what this monkey's proposed."
They went over the proposition again, and Al vouched for Lee's bona fides.
"Plus he works with the Brothers from time to time, so he's knows not to try to fuck any of us over. He can make you stars—for what that's worth--and this film sounds like the perfect vehicle to launch you into that scene—if you really want to be porn stars, that is."
Liam was rubbing his crotch again.
"Oh, we like the idea of fucking," Chris said, "And we don't mind the occasional audience, but I can see ways that this could go really wrong."
"LA is not Sydney, and the States are not Australia. You set your rules, your limits, and if Lee tries to break them, you walk. What's he going to do? Sue you? Not if he wants to go on living and fucking in LA."
"But what'll people think when the porno comes out?" Luke said.
"Do you really give a damn what monkeys think?"
The brothers looked at one another and finally shrugged.
"I guess not," Chris said.
"But other Brothers?" Luke said.
"Look. You won't be the first Brothers to have your dicks immortalized on celluloid," Al said. "I know several, and there was no fallout."
The brothers set their heads together and consulted. Lee watched eagerly, while Al glanced down to where Hammer was undergoing edge-torture to riotous applause.
"We'll do it," Luke announced.
"Good. Lee, where do you want these guys, and when?"
The porn king told them, gave them a card, and then practically danced out of party.
"I think you just made his year," Al smiled, "And I think the party is making your youngest brother's."
Liam was glancing over the railing, jerking off while watching Hammer's body finally give it up and blow a mean load onto his belly.
"Go back downstairs," Al grinned, "Fuck your brains out. I recommend you start those strippers that were up here earlier. Oh and if you're absolutely done with your little Indian, send him up here. Little Al here would like to "reward" him."
As one, the brothers rose and sailed back down into the roiling sea of formicating bodies.
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With the sun coming up...
Many of the partygoers still lay in (mostly) naked abandon, snoring, but in the guest house, Al was finishing laying a hard fuck into Hammer's incredibly still-tight ass. The big money lay on his stomach, head turned to the side, gasping as he was truly bred.
"Squeeze my dick with that hole, stripper boy," the beta barked. "Show how much you appreciate me using this cunt!"
Hammer'd come to California years before, eager to trade his muscles and good looks for a career. He found little success, sinking to dancing, and stripping, and then later male prostitution. It wasn't what he'd looked forward too, but it brought in the money, and if he made just the right connections, he might... He squeezed his ass, and...
"Oh fuck!" Al cried out, and his cock power-washed Hammer's guts.
The stripper groaned appreciatively and gasped, "Thank you for your load, sir."
Al knew he had a few seconds to make a momentous decision. Seal or not. Languidly he licked the big monkey's throat, and then he bit.
Hammer thrashed as the Brother sealed him as a Bitch. Slowly he was suffused, and he gave over his body and soul to his master. Al, done, licked the bitch's wound clean and snuggled against the acres of blond muscle. His blond muscle. The rest of the party could go their ways, but this stud would find he had a new job, working for (and under) the ambitious beta.