Sonata for a Lonely Wolf

Cole was a somewhat of a recluse when I met him. I came to tune his grand piano and found myself intensely attracted to the contrast between his rugged manliness and his quiet demeanor. We became intimate and he shared with me not only his deepest secret, but his body as well. This book contains explicit depictions of m/m sex, including oral and anal. 4136 words.

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Excerpt:

"Do you play the Moonlight Sonata?" Cole ignored my remark, staring at me expectantly.

"Oh, uh, I could probably do a serviceable performance of the first two movements, but the third..." I shrugged. "It always trips me up. My fingers don't move that quickly."

"Why don't you try it?"

"Really?"

"Yes. Start from the beginning."

I hesitated for a moment, but then turned back to the piano and began playing. I remembered the majority of the first two movements, having played them often in my earlier years, and was soon engulfed in the beauty of the composition. From the corner of my eye I could just barely see Cole, sitting calmly on his chair, watching. To me, the scene felt somewhat similar to those from my youth, when I was a student and my piano teacher would criticize and comment on my every movement. Cole, though, remained silent. I wound down the first movement and prepared to get started on the second, when he suddenly spoke.

"It's my favorite piece," he said pensively. I turned to him and noticed he had not at all been watching me, but rather staring out through the large windows. Even now, as he spoke, a touch of sorrow in his voice, he paid me no attention, as if I wasn't at all the one he was speaking to.

"Yes, you... told me earlier."

"Oh."

"Cole..." I spoke his name for the first time. "Is something wrong?"

"No." Still he would not look at me.

"Are you sure?"

He sighed heavily, and his head dropped. "It reminds me of my family, that's all. It means a lot to me." He managed a meek smile, though I could feel his slight embarrassment as his emotions got the better of him. I sensed an opening.

"Do you not have any contact with them?" I got up from the bench and walked towards him, sitting down on the arm of a nearby sofa.

"No. I'm... estranged from them."

"Oh... I'm sorry to hear that." Cole lifted his head at me and smiled again. His gorgeous green eyes beckoned me; I wanted dearly to kiss him.

"Thanks," he said. "You played it well." He gestured towards the piano.

"Oh, I haven't played it in years..." I smiled bashfully.

"Even more impressive, then." Cole sighed. "It's a family heirloom, you know."

"What is?"

"The piano. It's been in my... family, for a long time. This piece... Moonlight Sonata, I mean, it was... ours." He seemed to have trouble communicating his thoughts. "It united us."

"It's a beautiful piece," I nodded.

"No, that's not what I mean." Cole's face frowned slightly and I could tell he was struggling inside. "Listen, Adrian," he said, "can I... confide in you? I feel like I can."

Although I recognized Cole was a sensitive person in general, he had made it abundantly clear that something serious was weighing on his mind. He seemed even more vulnerable now than before. I could hardly deny him the chance to unburden himself.

"Yes, of course," I replied, and pulled up another chair. I studied his glum face as he took yet another deep breath.

"My family and I, we're different. We can... transform." He paused for a moment to gauge my reaction, but as I still did not understand his full meaning, there was none.

"Adrian, I'm a werewolf."
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