As a young boy, Jack had always loved the night. It’s secret darkness, it’s never seen sounds. Now, all of 16, he was walking along a moonlit path, enjoying himself. Jack knew he should be returning to camp, but just a few minutes more of this wonderful solitude…. A noise?! Jack turned, and peered up the path. Nothing there, must have been a deer. He scanned the clearing before him…. He laughed and hugged himself in youthful exuberance. `Mom always did complain about my imagination’, he thought, sitting on a rock.
As much as he would like to stay longer, Jack knew he would be missed. It was half-past nine now, and it was a good 5 miles back to camp. There was that noise again… Jack got up, and saw seven feet of the biggest, shaggiest something materialize out of the woods. It grinned, and way too many teeth gleamed in the moonlight. “Don’t ye know what happens to little boys, who go out in the wood, in the night? They get eaten by big, bad, wolves…. ” The half growl/half chuckle, sent a shiver up his spine. Jack’s mind refused to work. He stood, as dumfounded as a deer blinded by car lights, as it loped towards him. Only when it was close enough for Jack to plainly see it’s all-too human eyes, did his body break out of it’s slumber.
The young man turned, and ran. Faster than he had ever run before. Not heeding branches, or shrubs, or roots… No, No! This can’t be happening. But it was. He tripped, and fell. A hand-paw latched itself onto his ankle. Jack would have screamed, but his vocal cords refused to obey their terrified master. Another one grabbed his pants leg. Jack frantically pulled at his belt buckle, then his pants, and zipper. He jerked forward, just as the monster tugged, and was propelled flat on his face, his shorts pooled around his ankles. Jack kicked them off, and ran, giggling madly, as he looked over his shoulder at a werewolf who was wearing a pair of jockey shorts, one ear sticking out of a leg hole.
The boy ran, and ran, until he couldn’t run anymore. He stood, bent over, hands on knees, breathing hard. His shirt stuck to his sweaty body… Like a bad nightmare, his mind refused to dwell on it had seen. The boy leaned against a tree, trying to re-gather his breath, and work out a stitch in his side… A large furry paw clamped hard on the back of his neck, and Jack found himself lifted in the air, unable to even open his mouth. Paralyzed with fear and exhaustion, he could only wait, helpless. While one paw held him easily, the other ran itself across his body, feeling him up through the soaked shirt. Something warm, and wet rubbed itself against the small of his back, and ran down one butt-cheek, leaving a sticky trail. ‘What the Hell?!?’ thought Jack, ‘If it is going to kill me, why not get on with it..’ But this creature had other plans! The werewolf tossed him onto the soft grass, then it lay on top of the squirming teen. He felt it’s furry body press against his back and something pointed pressed against the valley of his buttocks.
Then three things happened almost at the same time; The hand that held his neck, clamped itself across his mouth, the other paw dug cruelly into one thigh, and the pointed stick that was poking around his neither end, grew into a sharpened telephone pole, as it plowed a furrow in his butt flesh, and forged a passage up into his bowels. His anus clamped tightly around the slick intruder, as Jack screamed into the furred spider, that enveloped his face. The creature snarled in his ear, then it jerked him up, getting up on the balls of it’s feet, knees on either side of his thighs. Now both paws pulled the boy’s ass back, until it’s mammoth cock was fully buried, his butt pressed into the furred groin, and it’s balls rubbed his. Then it shoved forward, pressing Jack’s knees into the ground, putting him in the “doggy” position. It rested a moment enjoying the sensation, then yanked half the length of it’s bloodied cock out, and digging both paws cruelly into the boy’s chest, claws raking his nipples, it howled, and slammed in to the hilt. Again, and again, it’s hairy hips compressed his rear, a voice full of gravel snarling in his ears, paws roaming across his body. Even though this had gone on for only a few minutes, Jack thought he was going to die. The pain was too great… But young men are nothing if not pliable, and his body got used to the intruder.
Tendrils of feeling weaved a complicated pattern across his brain. Waves of pain intertwined with pleasure made Jack shake his head. There was a third feeling… something like a cobweb. There, but not-there. Jack wasn’t sure who was more surprised by his erection, the man or the wolf. A paw encircled it, moving slowly at first, then faster, masturbating the boy with equal, but opposite oscillations. A snarl of lust rippled from Jack’s lips, and he bowed his back, thrusting back at the animal. The youth didn’t believe it! He was actually enjoying this!! It suddenly stopped. `Don’t stop now, dammit!’, he thought, twisting his head sideways, to look at his tormentor. The creature grinned at him, then lifted him like a stick-doll. Grabbing one of his legs, the Werewolf spun the young man on it’s cock, so they were now face to face. “I told ya some big, bad, wolf was gonna eat ya!” Jack didn’t feel the ground, even though the monster slammed his shoulders into it. Nor did he notice ten claws digging deeply into his buttocks.
The human’s entire being consisted of eight inches of purple-red flesh, which was getting licked upon, nibbled at, and vigorously sucked upon. Jack was sure he was going to be torn in two, and he didn’t care. A silent tree fell on him… The boy babbled, and dug his fingers in the grass, as the first orgasm of his young life ripped through his neural passages. His cock rippled, then spurted into a cavernous maw that threatened to suck everything down to his shoes into it. He rolled his head, anus squeezing on the hilt of the gigantic dick buried in him, and body contorting, trying simultaneously to pull the animal’s groin up to it’s tail into his ass, and shove everything between his chest and his knees into it’s muzzle. The huge cock swelled, then bucked, as cum poured into the still moaning teen, which triggered a second wave, which engulfed Jack in warm darkness, even as the creature pressed it’s salivating muzzle against his yelping mouth in a lewd kiss…. He awoke, in his tent. What a weird dream! As soon as he moved, aching ass-muscles, a ripped shirt, and a taste most indescribable, told the young man otherwise. All that day, he wondered about it. And couldn’t find any answers…
The moon found him once again sitting on the rock by the lake. This time when he heard the growl, he stood quietly, and waited. The monster appeared in the woods, and moved slowly towards him. Jack broke out in a sweat. Part of him wanted to run away, part of him wanted to run towards the beast. But, he chewed on his lip, and waited. When it was a few feet in front of him, it stood up. The Werewolf was covered with fur that gleamed golden in the moon’s light. He barely came up to it’s huge chest. It snarled low, then walked forward, and grabbed his shoulder. “So human,” the creature grinned down at him, “you liked last night, and want more…” Jack nodded, not sure about anything, except his cock was getting hard, and the scent of the monster was making him dizzy. It growled and lifting his shirt, ran calloused paws across his hairless chest. It went down to it’s knees, and Jack dropped the shirt beside him. A wet nose pressed against one nipple, making it hard and the boy squirm. Then a warm tongue slid across it. The other one was being pawed at. Then mouth and paw exchanged breasts.
Jack moaned, as the tongue lapped it’s way downward. The paws rubbed his crotch, then deftly opened the belt, and pants, dropping the cloth to puddle around the teenager’s ankles. Now, the furred appendages rubbed his aching erection, and thumbs sliding under the waistband, pushed his underwear downward. The tongue left a sticky trail down the boy’s crotch, and teased his testicles. Jack caressed the hairy arms, while paws dug into his butt again. He grunted through clenched teeth. It was all he could do not to beg the monster to move the organ of taste that was flicking with abandon on his flesh, upwards. The nostrils quivered, as a drop of pre-cum squeezed it’s way out of the tortured cock.
A paw detached itself from the young man’s buttocks, and smeared the sticky fluid across it’s thin, rubbery lips. Jack moaned, the tongue both cleaning off the seeping tip, and it’s snout. After what seemed like an eternity, the mouth opened, and Jack yelped, as the horny creature pulled his maleness in, suction alone pulling it across the teeth. The doggish nose pressed into his crotch, drool ran warmly down his balls, while the tongue squashed it’s prisoner against the roof of a muscular mouth. Now, both paws ran up his sides, and played with the teenager’s chest, while the tongue rolled Jack’s organ around like a cigar. He gasped, and pumped his hips. Ecstasy made his breath come in pants, his hands tremble, and his legs jerk, as he fucked that wonderful muzzle. Boy turned into animal.. He tossed back his head and snarled, balls contracting, as the wildfire of orgasm swept though his system. Jack came back to reality, and found both hands holding onto the Werewolf’s skull with a death-grip.
But, instead of minding, the monster was trying to coax still more ejaculate out of the drained testicles. He gasped, shuddering, as the tongue rasped at the very-sensitive underside of his cock-tip. The monster finally let the limp dick slide out, then patted it. Jack sighed. He tried to psych himself up to receive another buggering. Instead, the monster took his hand and placed it on the thick pole jutting between it’s legs. He could feel it throbbing under his palm. He had never seen so big a dick before… For that matter, except for a few curious glimpses in the school showers, he had never seen another cock before. Fascinated, he closed his fingers around the flesh, letting then slowly slide down, then back. He thrilled, when it expanded in his hand, and the creature moaned. It lay on the ground, and let the young man do whatever he liked..
Trembling with lust, Jack used both hands to stroke on the thick maleness. From the dark reddish tip, to the brown sheath, he jerked on it. Eyes glued to the tip, he watched the slit open and seminal fluid trickled down the shaft, and across the back of his hand. Without thinking, he licked it off. A strange, wonderful taste assailed his tongue. This time, as the monster moaned, he gingerly licked on the seeping cock-head. All the Werewolf did was drag it’s claws through the grass, and groan, so he lapped it clean. Before the young man really knew what he was doing, Jack opened his mouth wide, and let the bulbous end rest on his tongue. It grew, and more of the stuff ran down into his mouth. He swallowed. The suction pulled another inch into his crowded oral cavity.
The creature howled softly, as the human continued frigging on his erection, lapping with abandon on the thick maleness. Jack felt the hugeness throb, and the tip swelled so big, it pried his jaws apart. Then something warm and sticky splashed against the back of his throat. He swallowed, hands still busy pulling on the thick skin. More of the stuff poured into his mouth. Jack suddenly wanted a taste of it. He pulled his head back, until just the bulbous tip was collared by his teeth. Nothing happened for a moment. Impatient, the young man gnawed on the fleshy cock-head. The monster shuddered, and thrust his hips up. Cum poured across the teenager’s tongue. Jack found he liked the sweet/salty flavor, and sucked harder, wanting more. But, even a Werewolf’s balls aren’t bottomless..
With one last heave of it’s loins, it gave up the last dregs of it’s lust to the youth who still wasn’t satisfied. At last, finding out that no matter what he did, there was no more of the elixir forthcoming, Jack let the piece of flesh drop out of his mouth. Now, his own cock demanded attention. He knelt on a furry chest, and shoved his erection at the hoary snout. A pinkish tongue lapped eagerly on the flesh, making him moan. Claws, stained with grass and dirt, rubbed his smooth buttocks. He grinned, as the mouth opened invitingly, reminding him of a crocodile. The youth jacked hard and fast on his meat, wanting to blow his wad all over the ‘doggy’. All too soon, the itch built under his balls. Jack growled, eyes slitted, as cum spurted out and into the waiting maw. Ejaculate ran down it’s tongue, pooled inside it’s jaws, was swallowed, even while another spurt turned the roof of it’s mouth into a sticky mess.
When the flood turned into a trickle, the monster pulled Jack closer, and clamped it’s teeth around his cock-head. All he could do was yell, and twist in an iron grip, as the Werewolf taught him about Butterfly-kissing, and long, slow licks, making sure his testicles were as empty as it’s own were. It swallowed one last time, and let the exhausted boy get up off of it, but not before planting a wet kiss on his shriveled ball-sack. The teen went down to the water and washed himself off on the cool water. When he turned around, the beast was gone. Jack collected his clothes, and made his way back to camp.
The next day he decided to take the Nature Hike. He got into a good, strong shirt, Levi’s, and a pair of walking shoes. But, when he got to the meeting place, he found himself alone. “Well, at least one of you is interested in Nature… ” The gruff voice came from behind him. He turned around, to stare into a very familiar pair of Green-Gray eyes. The smile broadened, showing canines just a bit too long. Jack returned the grin. This may turn out to be an interesting summer after all!
The End
