DISCLAIMER: This story is fiction, any reflection of real life and any description of an area or person is purely coincidental.
This story is about a young man who discovers himself and love as well as a few supernatural surprises along the way. There is death, love, hate, friendship, and bigotry.
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**Authors note: I apologize for the delay in getting this next chapter out. I have been quite busy lately and just couldn't get around to writing anything. I am hoping to settle into a regular routine of writing again. I have the next few chapters idea'd out so they'll hopefully be able to be finished on a regular schedule of at least one per week, possibly 2 per week.
Chapter 06:
I had gotten into the bedroom without him following me, I hoped that I wasn't expecting more than he was willing to give tonight, I doubted it, but it was always a possibility. I quickly got undressed and lay out on the bed with my knees up and spread far apart and feet flat, laying back with my left arm playing with my nipples and my right hand lightly playing with my balls. My eyes glued to the door. After about a minute he stepped into the doorway and stopped dead in his tracks staring at me very intensely. I don't consider myself bad looking but I didn't really consider myself that amazing to look at either.
A little under six feet tall, not muscled, but not weak. Not fat, but no visible abs either. Brown hair and deep blue eyes, my eyes were definitely my favorite feature, seconded by my ass, I had what I have been told by more than a few good looking men that I had a perfect ass for fucking, not too big and not too flat either and it was firm, and I could use those ass muscles well. Growing up as secluded from people as I did, one thing I did to pass the time on my own in my room was play with my asshole so I had practice with using those muscles. My cock was definitely nothing special, right around average length, cut, not thick. I'd topped a couple times, but I was much more stimulated by and talented at being a bottom. None of this could explain, in my mind, why John was looking at me as he was.
"I... god you look beautiful Jake, I locked the front door and turned off the lights." He swallowed slowly. "I haven't even touched myself except to wash it since the last time we were together, I don't know how long I'm going to last."
I used the most sultry tone I could, "well then, you should probably grab that lube and come fuck me for however long you can last." At hearing this, he moved quickly, he was removing his boxers while moving towards me, how, I don't know, but he did it. It took him no time to grab the lube out of the top drawer of my nightstand and in almost no time he was diving onto the bed between my legs.
He looked up into my eyes and held my stare as he stuck out his tongue and slid it from my balls all the way up the length of my quickly hardening cock, all without breaking eye contact. That tongue of his was talented. Before I knew what was going on his second hand had found it's way to my asshole and quickly thrust a finger in, instantly locating my prostate causing me to throw my head back from the burst of pleasure, and then he was taking me entirely into his mouth and apparently trying to make Hoover seem like a gentle summer breeze. The classic double assault was having its desired effect. After only a few minutes I was approaching the precipice of my first orgasm of the night. The closer I got to the edge, the less suction he used and was soon just lightly licking my cock while rolling my balls around in one hand and fingering my asshole with a finger from the other. Just as it was getting too much, where I was going to have to beg him to let me cum, he slipped three fingers in at once and pressed into my prostate while at the same time taking my full length into his mouth and turning on the super suction, and squeezing my balls lightly with his other hand, it was too much. I shot what felt like buckets into his throat and it was impossible to even muffle the scream that ripped out of me. It felt so good it almost hurt. Before I was able to fully recover from my orgasm, I could feel him and his tongue making a journey from my cock to my asshole.
He pushed up on my legs to give himself more access to my asshole, and I eagerly grabbed them to hold them back for him. If he and that talented tongue wanted access to my pucker who was I to stop him?! He started out running his tongue slowly over and back over my pucker making several passes, his warm saliva meeting the cooler evening air and creating a tantalizing sensation on my hole. A couple more passes and then it was swirl around the edge time. My asshole was always sensitive but with how eager I was for him to fuck me, my nerves were on overdrive around my asshole. Soon he was darting in with his tongue and then out and around the rim again before diving back in and repeating the motion. It didn't take long before I was writhing beneath the assault of his tongue, now getting further than just the very tip into my hole. It felt like ages and I was unable to take it anymore, "FUCK ME NOW JOHN!"
He looked up and had an evil glint in his eyes, "yes sir! Just, give me a few more minutes down here" and flashed another grin before diving back in and moving his hands to hold my legs up to make sure I didn't try to move. Folded in half, and not at my own doing, there was no way for me to get out of this position and that tongue was making my asshole twitch in anticipation. "Johnnnnnn, please" fucker had me begging for it.
I heard the snick of the lube bottle opening and then closing again, before I realized that his hands were no longer holding my legs up but I in fact was holding them. I saw his face rise up from behind my ass and soon hovering over my face, "do you mind if I don't use a condom, I promise you, what I said is true, I can't get diseases, meaning I also can't transmit them."
I was a little apprehensive, but I did trust him, even though a part of my brain said it was stupid to trust him after so little time. "Yes. I mean no, I don't mind. Please, just fuck me, I trust you."
He dived in for a full on kiss while slowly sinking his beautiful thick cock into me an inch at a time and pausing for a few seconds in between, never relenting the kiss. My ass wasn't resisting him, it seems he just wanted to take it slow and despite my previous outburst, it felt too good to have him in me for me to even want complain about it being slow and tender. After the initial bottoming out, he withdrew slowly and made sure to stutter over my prostate once and then launched an all out assault on my prostate, pistoning in and hitting my prostate nearly every stroke, within a minute my cock was once again hard as a rock and leaking precum like it was a faucet. I could see in his face that he wasn't going to last very long, and at the rate of his assault on my prostate, neither would I. I could feel myself reaching the point of no return so I started pulsing my ass-muscles around his cock on his pull outs to milk his orgasm out of him. The effect was beautiful to behold, once again his face registered pure shock after the first time and then just as quickly his eyes hooded over dark with lust and threw his head back as he gave into the sensations. Five thrusts later and we were both loudly moaning out our orgasms. My second load shooting up against his abs and his shooting deep into my ass, I'd never been fucked bareback before, it was a very interesting feeling, one I could get used to quickly. After I finished milking his cock he fell forward on top of me, his cock remaining in my ass, burying his head in between my head and my shoulder. "Don't make me get up please, feels so damn good. I'll be up for another round in a minute or two, that ass of yours is amazing." So I just laid there, running my hands over his back, his ass, and through his hair. His body felt so good, strong and hot.
"Is the body heat a werewolf thing?"
Head still buried in the crook of my neck, licking and nibbling on the skin on my collar bone, "yes. After our first shift, our human bodies gain the properties characteristic of werewolves. Our immunity to disease is always there from birth, but our more wolf-like attributes don't develop until after we shift, well technically right before the first shift, but we can discuss that later. The improved hearing and smell, increased body temperature, increased libido, and increased metabolism and a few other things that we can talk about later."
He fell quiet again just lightly kissing my collar bone, I could feel his cock begin to stiffen up some again, so I decided to help it along by kissing the crook of his neck too and reaching my hands between us and pinching his nipples, after a few seconds of this I decided a spontaneous attack was in order. I coordinated the attack so all three happened at once along with a contraction of my sphincter around his still mostly soft cock. The combined assault made him throw his head back as his cock went from mostly soft to rock hard nearly instantly and those eyes. Oh god those eyes. The look in them could make me consider murder for him. The evil smirk slowly developed and told me that I was going to pay - willingly - for doing that. He began rocking his hips so that his cock moved ever so slightly in and out, enough to create friction for him, and for me to feel the fullness of having him inside me, but at the angle he was at he was not pressing much against my prostate and the short thrusts kept the flare of the head of his cock away from my prostate. I reached in to take matters into my own hands, but he was too quick for me, grabbing my hands and pinning them above my head with only one of his hands.
It was torture, albeit the most pleasurable torture I could ever imagine, but torture nonetheless. I couldn't touch myself and he was fucking me beautifully but not hitting the spots that triggered things for me the most. I decided to retaliate by using my ass muscles to try and make him lose his control, but as soon as he felt the contraction he immediately stopped. "Uh uh. None of that or there's nothing at all." The bastard. I relaxed, determined to do it again in a few strokes. He continued and I started again and he stopped. The glint in his eyes, "I told you, none of that, I'm perfectly content sitting here with my dick in your ass, it feels amazing, I could stay hard forever like this" and then he planted a hot wet kiss on me. Fucker. Fine, I'll go along for the ride. It felt like ages, but after a while I could feel the tingling beginning in my toes and at the base of my spine. It was building so damn slowly, and from the ever so slightly increasing pace of his thrusts, I could tell John was beginning to get close too. Regardless he would not speed up enough to where he�d slip and hit my prostate directly even once. By this point it was impossible for me to remain still beneath him, for the past few minutes I had been non stop squirming beneath him in pleasure overload. Pleasure that was so damn exciting but not enough to push me into my orgasm. More slow build up and a while later a few short quick thrusts aimed directly at my prostate, after all that slow build up and then slamming into my prostate it was too much. My orgasm hit me like a wall of bricks. I shot pulse after pulse of cum and screamed through it all, I hadn't felt my ass muscles close that tightly since I was a virgin. He shot what felt like buckets inside of my ass before collapsing on top of me. Both of us breathless from our orgasms.
"Wow...John...holy...shit...I can't...breathe from that orgasm...oh my god," apparently he took this as a sign that he needed to get off me. There will be none of that! I immediately wrapped my arms and legs around him, "did I fucking say you could get off top of me or pull that cock out of my ass? I think not."
He laughed and returned to kissing my collarbone again. By now it was fully dark outside and in the bedroom, after a few minutes he picked up his torso and looked down into my eyes, I looked back up at him his hair being lost to the night and only the faint hint of his face but the whites of his eyes stood out. The sight of this caught my breath. "You...you've been watching me. From the woods. As a wolf. Haven't you?"
His head drooped, I wasn't sure if it was from embarrassment or sadness, thinking I was accusing him of something bad, so I rushed to let him know it wasn't a problem. "I don't mind, I'm just wondering. Seeing you look at me here in the dark. Those eyes. They're the same when you change to wolf."
"Yes, after our night together, even though I couldn't call you or come visit without getting the full interrogation from my father, I broke away from the others a couple times while out running at night and came to smell you and make sure you were alright." At this point his voice dropped to hardly a whisper and up a half octave or so to show he was embarrassed. "I even.. I could even see inside the window from one hill point just within the tree line. I was able to see you walking around naked and it got my wolf pecker so damn hard I had to hide until it went away so that I could return to the pack without them knowing something had gotten me excited."
"Wow. You guys don't normally come close to our house. Growing up I remember hearing the wolves all the time but they always stayed away. Until the night of my fathers 'celebration'. I could tell there was a wolf just inside the tree line. That was when I saw your eyes."
"I thought you might've seen me. Yes, my father said that when your father had built the house they would run near the tree line but your father came out yelling and with a gun threatening them. He didn't know they were werewolves of course, he thought they were wild wolves. So they put boundary markers near your property. Every wolf knows the boundary markers and doesn't go past them, knowing that there's a chance they'll get shot at. I guess those could be removed now, if you don't mind."
"I don't mind at all John. Not one bit." I could feel his cock still in my ass, there was no sign of it plumping up again, and I knew that I was worn out too. After a while I fell asleep with his comforting warmth and weight on top of me and his cock still in my ass.