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“It's – it's not too late, Alex. You can still just go home. We can always do this another night."

Alex lowered himself from the pullup bar with a slow exhale. Sweat gleamed on his lean chest, trickling down his ribs and flat belly. He took advantage of the bar every time he slept over, relishing in teasing his boyfriend Benjie by working out almost naked in front of him.

"No way, bro." Alex wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. "We're definitely doing this."

"I just don't know." Benjie whined. "What if he doesn't like you? I don't think I really thought this through. I don't want to put you in danger."

Alex walked over to the bed, where Benjie was sitting, and grabbed his friend's head, smushing his cheeks in playfully as Benjie gave him puppy-dog eyes.

"Benjie. I'll be fine. You know why? 'Cuz it's you, dude. That wolf is you. And you love me, and you would never hurt me."

Benjie nodded, looking at the ground. "Okay."

"If you won't trust yourself bro, at least trust me!" Alex said over his shoulder, already sauntering back to the pullup bar for round two. "Silly Benjie." He muttered as he hopped up to grip the bar again. And then he dropped down again as he heard a pathetic moan behind him.

Benjie had fallen to the ground, bending over and clutching his stomach like he was sick. Alex rushed to his side and knelt down, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm okay, I'm okay." Benjie said. "It always hurts at first."

He waved Alex's hand away and struggled to his feet with a groan.

"Benjie …" Alex whispered.

"You signed up for this, remember." Benjie said.

"I know bro.”

"Anyway," Benjie said with a grin, "You want to help me get outta these clothes?"

Alex grinned back. He moved behind the other boy and let his hands creep under Benjie's arms and spread out to feel his chest. He found the buttons of Benjie's flannel shirt, and started undoing them.

Benjie leaned back into his friend's embrace, content to relax and let Alex slowly undress him, feeling his boyfriend's hands dive under the loosening fabric of his shirt to explore the smooth skin of his chest, finding a nipple and pinching it playfully. Benjie squirmed and snickered. Alex knew he was ticklish there.

He shuddered as Alex slid his pants down. Hands gripped his cheeks, and then a sudden slap stung him.

"Hey!” Benjie giggled. “You fuckin’ horndog."

"Tch! You're the horndog." Alex replied, standing up again as Benjie stepped out of his pants. Alex would never have imagined that his boyfriend held a savage beast inside him. Benjie was pale, almost milky white, like a marble sculpture. The way he stood, balancing his weight on one leg with the other one drawn up beside it, ankles brushing against each other, reminded Alex of a deer in the headlights. He looked tense and somehow fragile.

But he relaxed like warm butter into his lover's embrace as Alex hugged him from behind, sliding one hand across his chest, and another across his soft belly. Drawing him close against his sweat-slick body, Alex felt Benjie’s heartbeat thumping on his own lean chest.

Benjie groaned and arched his back at the feeling of Alex's tongue on his neck, sliding up beneath his ear and tickling the tip of his earlobe. He shuddered as a wave of pleasure surged through him, and his cock stiffened and rose, twitching with anticipation and need.

"Someone's getting frisky." He felt Alex's warm chest vibrate against his back before he even heard the words, in a low, joking tone. He chuckled. He was turning around to go for a kiss when he stopped cold at the look on Alex's face.

Alex had his eyebrows knit in a fascinated stare, but a lopsided grin at the same time.

"Jesus, bro," He said. "You really do look like the wolfman."

Benjie was turning faster than he'd expected. His teeth were growing to sharp points and sticking out of his mouth, his nose getting flatter and wetter, his body hair spreading out from a rapidly thickening, mohawk ridge of fur down his back.

He didn't even have time to say anything but "oh" as he dropped to all fours, and Alex knelt down to keep a warm hand on his back and asked him if he was okay.

He was not okay. The process was never easy or comfortable. He wasn't exactly in anguish, but this was just one of those things that he'd rather have done privately. It made him feel helpless and uncomfortable and ashamed. But Alex was there, and he said he'd wanted to see this, and he didn't appear to be backing out now. Benjie tried to take comfort in that before he blacked out.

—

"Dude? Benjie? Benjamin?"

The werewolf was easily taller than seven feet when it stood up on its powerful haunches and taloned paws. He towered over Alex, grunting and huffing low, growly breaths, tail swaying behind him, knees bent so he could stoop a little to approach this little human in front of him.

"Dude, are you in there?" Alex chuckled nervously. He’d scoffed at Benjie's insistence that the werewolf wasn't him, that it was a completely different person. Alex just didn't know how that was possible. He'd assumed it would be different, but that it wouldn't be completely animal, that he'd be able to "get through" to Benjie somehow. But now that he stood in front of the werewolf, it didn't feel that way anymore.

The werewolf stepped closer and sniffed at his neck as Alex leaned back, staying stock-still and trying not to breathe. It was so much wilder and more intense than he'd been expecting. The beast was so massive, so powerfully muscular and covered in thick, ragged black fur. It moved like a wild animal. It even smelled like one, the kind of thick and musky smell that Alex remembered from that one time he stayed at a farm in the countryside.

Alex stepped back, but the cool firmness of the wall pressed against his back. The wolf put a huge, leathery paw against his shoulder and pinned him there. He almost squirmed out of it, but the beast's other paw thudded against the wall on the other side of him and he stopped moving. Some primitive part of his brain, left over from his caveman ancestors, was screaming at him that he had fucked up and this was where he would die. He tried to remember how to deal with big dogs – you just let them sniff you, right? Stay still. Be cool. Relax.

The werewolf had already decided he liked the boy's smell. He pushed his cold nose against Alex's sweaty chest a few times and then found a nipple and brushed a warm lick across. His fuzzy lips closed around it as he nibbled at the sensitive spot of flesh. The nipple tensed and puckered into a sharp point under the wolf's tongue.

Alex laughed and reached up to dig his hand into the thick mane of fur around the werewolf's neck.

“You like that, boy?” He joked, scratching behind the ears.

The wolf's tail began to sway back and forth behind him.

It was cute, and right away Alex felt more relaxed about the whole thing. He draped his arm over the wolf's neck and buried his hand in the thick mane, scratching deeply. It brought up a scent from the depths of the wolf's fur, making Alex wrinkle his nose. It smelled deeply primal, wild and wolfish; a thick, spicy, rich male-wolf scent, the beast's pheromones, the scent that marked him as himself, and that now marked Alex.

He didn't want it to – it smelled like a dirty dog, for god's sake – but that smell was doing something to him. He felt his underwear getting tight.

*No, no, no,* he thought, *not because of the smell.* It was just … embarrassing. He didn't usually get off on things like that, and Benjie had always been adamant about showering and keeping his teeth brushed or at least chewing minty gum before they got frisky. But this beast licking his chest wasn't Benjie, was it? It wasn't the same thing as his boyfriend. It wasn't the same thing at all.

The werewolf remembered Alex in his own primitive way. He knew this boy was his, and he liked him. Wanting more of his scent, he grabbed the boy's wrist and pulled it over his head so he could shove his muzzle into the cleft of Alex's smooth, greasy armpit. His tongue slipped out without hesitation and licked a few sloppy kisses of the meaty, salty sweat. The boy squirmed and started giggling.

The werewolf grunted in satisfaction. He slid a heavy paw around the back of the boy's neck and guided him over to the bed, then pushed him onto it. He licked his whiskers, savoring the taste, and grunted again. The boy was gleaming with that salty sweat that tasted so good, he was lean and bronze-tan and the skimpy briefs he was wearing were doing nothing to hide the firm outline of his erection.

Alex’s heart was beating even faster now. At first he'd been afraid the werewolf would turn aggressive, because what would he even do about it – he had no way to fight back – but now his heart was beating because it was getting very obvious where this was going. It had gone this way many times before with Benjie, but usually he'd been the one pushing Benjie onto the bed, not the other way around. This wasn't like Benjie at all.

“Listen, Benjie,” he started to get up from the bed, “Let's slow down a bit and–”

A heavy paw pushed his chest back down. The werewolf loomed over him. Suddenly a big wet tongue was on his face, burying his words in dirty-smelling kisses. The wolf smooched his way down Alex's chest again, licked a wet path across his belly, and then pushed his icy wet nose against the bulge in Alex's underwear. The werewolf took the elastic waistband in his teeth, and tugged.

Alex whimpered. The wolf kept on tugging and biting and tearing, making guttural grunts and low whines as drool slid out of his maw and coated Alex's crotch in slimy warmth. His underwear was torn to shreds in a few seconds, and his aching cock was exposed to the wolf's caresses with a surprisingly soft and gentle tongue.

The wolf was in ecstasy. Alex's cock was literally dripping in pre, salty and slimy seasoning for the thick sausage the wolf gulped down gratefully. It pleased him to sample the unique taste and flavor of Alex's manhood, and he could feel how much his tongue was pleasing Alex.

Alex gasped, the breath just escaping his chest, as he grabbed the wolf's head scruff and arched his back. Unable to stop, he gave a short thrust into the wolf's mouth, sliding the bottom of his penis against the beast's rough tongue, hot and wet and better than anything he'd ever felt. He pushed his hips forward again and a jolt of pure lust shocked him. He realized he wouldn't last one more thrust. He reached down, grabbed the werewolf's jaw, and gently pushed him away.

The werewolf looked up in confusion, head tilted and ears pricked, licking his lips with loud slops. Alex lay back panting, his cock red, glistening wet, and throbbing. It was very, very hard, so hard it felt rigid as steel and he could feel it flexing on its own like a cramping muscle. He might not even last another moment like this. If the wolf brushed the tip of his nose against it, he'd jizz. He tried to calm down, focus on letting the feeling subside. He needed this to last longer.

The wolf seemed to understand. He stood up off the bed and just for a moment Alex caught a glimpse of the enormous dark length of cock dangling between the wolf's thighs. It was at least eight inches long, almost the girth of Alex's wrist, a gleaming purple-black, veined and taut with muscle. The only thing more impressive than the wolf's huge manhood was his equally huge balls, plump as grapefruits and covered in thick black fur.

Then the wolf grabbed his ankle and tugged him off the bed.

“What are you–” Alex started to ask as the wolf gripped his hips and easily flipped him over onto his belly.

The strong paws lifted his waist up and then one of them came down to press his chest into the floor. Alex grunted. His cheek rubbed against the carpet. Something long, firm and hot slid between his cheeks, rubbing back and forth. All the blood rushed to Alex's face in a fiercely hot blush as he suddenly realized what was about to happen.

Benjie had never fucked him before. Alex had practiced with dildos, he'd even asked Benjie just to try it out one night, but Benjie was such a gentle boy, so shy and reserved … and the werewolf was anything but shy. The werewolf knew what he wanted, and what he wanted was simple and straightforward. He wanted to fuck Alex's brains out.

The thought made Alex a little dizzy, in a good way. His knees were weak but he didn't need them to be strong anymore; the wolf was straddling him and holding his hips up with one arm, the other paw still between his shoulders pushing him into the carpet.

"Oh fuck, Benjie …" Alex gasped.

A low growl answered him, and the wet sausage pushed into his asscrack, rubbing his lower back. It slid against the quivering ring of muscle where his hole waited, and Alex's chest quivered too. He was sweating, nervous, impossibly nervous, keyed up and excited.

"Please," he whispered, "Oh fuck. Please."

The beast's iron-hard cock slipped around, teasing the boy's soft, sensitive cheeks. It was so much bigger and longer than Benjie's ever was … and it was pushing in. The wolf had finally found the right spot.

Alex let out a squeal. The thick meat was forcing his asshole wider, spreading apart the walls of muscle. It felt like he couldn't go in any further, couldn't let in anything wider, or he would split apart. He groaned, letting his palms slide against the cool fuzziness of the carpet as he wished he had something to hold onto. He settled for slipping a hand behind him and grabbing a handful of the wolf's fur.

The beast didn't hesitate. He held Alex tight and thrust his hips forward, driving his cock in like a stake. It went all the way, to an impossibly tight, slick tunnel of muscle that clenched down around his meat, gripping him so hard it was painful. He growled, a jagged cutting sound.

Alex hadn't realized just how painful it would be, how full he would feel. He let out a yell, an embarrassingly high-pitched squeal, then suddenly hushed, wide-eyed, remembering the thin walls in the apartment and the neighbors that might hear.

That train of thought was swiftly interrupted as Alex felt the wolf's grip shift, claws sliding across his chest and belly as the strong arms pulled him back into a furnace of hard muscle and shaggy fur, and he relaxed into the embrace. Alex was lying back now on the growling werewolf, who was sinking sharp claws into his chest in an ecstasy of passion, thrusting wild hips into his ass as he groaned and squirmed on top, grasping feebly at the wolf beneath him as the beast licked the back of his neck and hugged him hard, and thrust and thrust and thrust.

He felt the wolf’s cock slamming into a spot inside the tunnel of his ass that felt absolutely incredible. It tingled and clenched and sent bolts of pure pleasure up Alex's back as the hard meat hit it over and over again. It was a little knob of flesh, something so sensitive and … so good, so right, that Alex leaned into it, snuggling back into the muscular belly of the wolf and nuzzling the back of his head between the two fur-covered slabs of muscle that were Benjie's pecs. He feebly felt behind him and grabbed onto the fur on Benjie's sides, as the beast's flanks tensed and flexed with hard muscle, hips focused on slamming into his ass, the huge furry balls tickling Alex's cheeks.

Alex glanced down at his crotch. The all-encompassing warmth, fur, muscle, the grunting and growling noises, the hot breath and the thick, rank smell of the wolf was so overwhelming that he’d almost forgotten how hard he was. His cock, blood-red and gleaming, was standing up straight, straining itself, iron-hard, so ready and impatient for release that it hurt. The tip of it gleamed with a drop of pre, and the length of it was dripping with the salty liquid, rolling over his balls and dropping onto the floor. He'd never been this hard, or this horny, in his life.

Benjie could never satisfy him again, Alex realized with a bittersweet feeling. Benjie, the human – his soft, sweet, shy and nerdy boyfriend – could never give him the raw, bestial pleasure that this werewolf was unleashing with ease. Benjie didn't smell like a locker room. Benjie wasn't built like a silverback gorilla with claws and fangs. Benjie didn't have a nine-inch cock. Benjie didn't want to fuck Alex and even if he did, he wouldn't thrust so hard he even touched Alex's prostate, let alone slammed it so hard that Alex thought he might cum just from that.

He was getting less and less self-conscious about the noise. At this point he was moaning shamelessly, even yelping at the wolf's particularly hard thrusts, and he didn't care in the slightest. He was drooling and panting and making helpless squealing noises and if he had gotten any hornier he wouldn't have been able to stand it.

He could barely stand it as it was. The straining, eager feeling in his penis that had been growing for the past twenty minutes was getting really intense now. His cock was hard as diamonds, stiffly bobbing in the air as the wolf's cock banged into his prostate from beneath, sending jolts of horniness through his crotch and whole body. The need to cum was welling up in the base of his cock, and now it was overflowing. His whole length lit up with an electric tingling, and he gasped for air as his balls churned and the tip of his dick felt like it was getting squeezed hard.

A volcano of jizz erupted in milky jets, squirting up high and falling back into puddles on his heaving belly, and every time the wolf's cock shoved into his prostate it felt even better and spurted out harder. This was everything he had ever wanted sex to be. It was beyond perfect, beyond pleasure, beyond lust. He was totally in the moment, screaming Benjie's name, wishing this ejaculation would go on forever.

Then with a warm gush, the wolf's seed was splashed inside him. As it filled him up with warm cream, the wolf growled and then sucked in a deep breath and howled, a deep and primal hollow noise that filled the room and made Alex cry out his own hoarse yell to sing along with the primitive music. He yelled at the top of his lungs in ecstasy, like he wanted the whole world to know that he was getting fucked by a werewolf. Nothing could possibly be better than this. He didn't even care – shame was a thousand miles away – hell he almost *wanted* a crowd to watch.

Gallons of hot wolf jizz was filling his belly and pouring out his ass, coating the blankets and pillows with sticky warmth. The wolf was still growling, moaning hoarsely and slobbering desperate kisses onto his neck from behind. Alex let his own cries die down into short moans as the climax subsided.

Relaxing into the warm, furry bulk of the wolf, nuzzling back into the lickings and snuffling kisses, he had never felt so satisfied, so full and warm.

“I love you,” he remembered whispering to the werewolf before he fell asleep.

—

“Hey.”

Benjie was gently shaking his shoulder.

“Are you okay, Alex? Did I hurt you?”

Alex woke up groggily, then smushed his face into Benjie's soft cheek as he rolled over to give his boyfriend a fierce hug.

“It was fantastic.” He mumbled. He nibbled on Benjie's fat bottom lip and slipped a leg over Benjie's waist. He was back on top, and Benjie was back to being on the bottom.

“Are you sure? What was he like?”

Alex didn't answer. He figured the way they'd woken up on the floor, both naked and both covered in jizz, told the whole story. Besides, he could fill Benjie in on the details later. He kissed his boyfriend and thought he smelled the faint trace of wolf-breath.

“Fuck bro,” Alex grinned like an idiot as he realized he was getting hard, “We should totally do that again.”