The Long Game
#1 of Random Shorts
-------Authors Note:** -------**
Unlike my last story, there will be no forward exposition or development to this plot, I may retroactivly explain some stuff, but there won't be a sequal chapter, at least not for a long time.
Warning; Contains lots of gay sex and werewolves, so unless you're into that and over the legal age in your respective country, I suppose you have leave (Not really, I just have to say it)
Anywho!!!!! Let's get on with this before I get distracted again
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I used to be an atypical high-school jock. You know the kind, on the football team, hangs out with the cheerleaders, slightly obsessed with staying on top. Well, I guess some things never change. I suppose I should tell you the story from where I came into it, 'cause that's the part that I really know. Maybe some of the others will be able to tell you what happened before, I don't really know. Enough blathering, you didn't come here for all this philosophical crap.
It started about a month into senior year, my part in this that is. It was right after practice and I was showering in the locker room, yeah this happened in the showers, where did you expect they would get me?
The steaming water was heavenly as it soothed my aching muscles. Despite the fact that half the team was already out of the showers, and all the others were close behind, I wasn't going to rush this, I never did. I loved just standing under the hot spray, washing away the sweat and the pain after a long day. Eventually I lathered up, as usual suddenly self conscious about my body hair, or almost lack thereof. I mean, you could easily tell that I had gone through puberty in the showers from the size of certain areas, but shamefully, I was almost hairless, which was not in fashion at the moment. All the other guys had some thick patches of hair, some even having full pelts of fur it seemed. It didn't help that a guy with some fuzz and muscles was a turn on, a pretty massive one at that. It took all I had not to pop a major woody every time I showered with them. I mean, you know how it is with football guys, gay is not something that is very accepted. Hell, I even had myself convinced that it wasn't gay, just a form of admiration. At least now it's not a bad thing. It was just as I had lathered myself up that I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"Need someone to get your back?" I turned to see Ryan, the team captain, smiling at me oddly. For some reason I couldn't quite place he looked a little different too.
"Uh, no man, I got it," I told him, a little weirded out by him. Suddenly I found myself pressed against the tile wall, a number of hands holding me in place. With my head twisted to the side I could see that the five top players had all gathered behind or around me, everyone else had already left. Picking out the first face I recognised I tried to figure out what the hell they were doing.
"Nick, what the fuck?" Instead of replying he merely smiled at me. Again I noticed something odd about his face, something that was different that I couldn't quite place. Nick, I remembered being a thin whippet of a kid before the summer, came back in September as our best running back. I realised that he was also one of the "furries", in fact, all the guys behind me were.
"Well, you see Sam, we have this little club, and we've been recruiting some of the guys from the team, and guess what? We all agree that you're the perfect addition to the group. So, what do you say?" Nicky replied, pressing himself against me. I gulped as I felt his hardness against my lower back.
"Guys, s-seriously, stop it, this isn't funny!" I was nearly shouting in panic now. Before I could try to petition them anymore, I was bodily turned around and pressed back into the wall. As the two quarter-backs held my arms out, Ryan held my head and turned my face toward him, his hair swaying gently in the wind from my hyper-ventilated breaths as he leaned right up to me.
"Believe me Sam, you're going to fucking love this," He whispered before kissing me. On the lips. With tongue. As I tried to shut my jaw and keep him out, he slid his hand up, pressing into the pressure points on either side, forcing my mouth open. In that second I looked into his eyes, and saw them clouded over, not by the lust I had seen in my girlfriends, but love, full, transcendent love. It shocked me so much to see that unexpected emotion, that I stopped fighting for a second, and I saw that recognition in the deep amber eyes that I was losing myself in.
Then I realised what was different.
Ryan had blue eyes.
I was saved from reacting to this be a sudden warmth around my semi-hard cock. Between Ryan's kiss and what I assumed was Nicky's blowjob, I completely lost myself for a minute. Just when I was starting to get back, Ryan put his hands to use, groping my chest, pressing and flicking all the right buttons. Then, to my shame, I broke, struggling again against the two holding my arms, not to escape, but grab onto Ryan, to press him into me, to rub his body over mine. Sensing my new compliance, Ryan tapped Nicky, signalling him to slide off my now raging hard-on, leaving me weak-kneed and breathless as Ryan wrapped his arms around my thighs, easily propping me up against the wall, leaving my ass exposed to whatever he might want to slip in there. Once I was vulnerable, he broke his hypnotic kiss, giving my tongue one last pull before pulling out, just as breathless as I was.
"Hey Sam, you like wolves right?" He panted, his toothy grin returning. I stared at him in confusion, before I saw the lightness spreading across his chest. Suddenly he was growing, not at an alarming rate, but enough t slid me a few more inches up the wall as I rested on his hips, which were becoming significantly fuzzier, like the rest of him. He drew me into another soul-searing kiss as his face began to press out. At this point I was both mindlessly aroused and hopelessly confused. My priorities were quite clear however, fuck Ryan, then get some answers.
Ryan seemed to have the same idea as his slick point pressed against my sack. Not even caring anymore, I tilted my ass and slid down as he thrust upwards. People will tell you all these stories about the pain as a werewolf hilts themselves in your ass in a single thrust, they're wrong, there was no major pain, just a slight burn as I was stretched, which was quickly overtaken by the mind-numbing pleasure emanating from my prostate as Ryan ground his cock against it. He took me slowly against the wall for a minute before taking us to the ground, my arms long free of the quarter-backs and their insane strength, as they found alternative uses for their paws.
Ryan began bucking softly on the ground, driving his pulsing cock deep into my ass, even as his tongue explored every inch of my mouth. I was almost whimpering at this stage, barely capable of holding myself the two inches that allowed Ryan room to drive his rocket into me. Eventually I could take the dual pleasure no more, and I broke the kiss, sweat dripping down my face as pre dripped down my balls, leaking freely from my ass, Ryan's cock hosing down my tunnel with his clear precum.
I was spurting a mix of pre and full cum onto Ryan's white chest-fur, the line between sex and orgasm blurred beyond recognition. Suddenly I felt a new tightness in my cock as a number of larger spurts of pure-cum splashed into the puddle on Ryan's chest. Completely spent, I simply hung limply, allowing Ryan to hammer into me, a new growth at his base suddenly spreading me with each thrust again. He turned his muzzle to my face and licked the sweat from my face. When he was done I caught him in another kiss, drawing him into me in every way, his Knot now locked within me, his thrust growing lighter and lighter as the first spurts of his hot seed were jetted into me. Breaking our short kiss he threw his head back and howled, in tandem with the four standing Weres who spurted into the air, sending ropes of heavy wolf cum over my face and back. Unable to prop myself up any longer, I collapsed onto Ryan's chest, feeling his heartbeat as he wrapped his sweat soaked arms around me and licked my ear.
"Man, that was fucking amazing, not even little Nicky was that good on bottom," Ryan panted into my ear, "Okay, just to get down to business, I'm gonna need to stay over at your place tonight, the first shift is never quite simple," he added as one of the others switched the showers back on. The water washed away most of the Were's cum as I was stuck on Ryan's canid tool, my own cum shielded by my body. Ryan dipped his hand into the soaked fur, drawing out a few strands of cum on his fingers, bringing them to his mouth and sucking off his fingers. He closed his eyes and savoured the taste.
After lying unashamedly naked on top of Ryan, surrounded by the other Weres, for a while I managed to gather enough strength to stand up on my own. Ryan's cock slipped out of me with a plop, slapping soggily onto Ryan's stomach as we both shuddered in a mild aftershock. Ryan's cum managed to leak out of me for the entirety of the shower, dripping down the side of my legs or off the end of my sack. It was just as I had started to lather myself up that I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"Need someone to get your back?" I smiled as Ryan draped his once again human arms over my shoulders, slipping the bottle of shower gel from my grip. Steadily he rubbed the gel into my skin, removing all traces of sex from my body, other than the small tap of cum in my ass, although he did give me a quick finger, and a stroke along my soft cock. I leaned back into his warm chest as the lather washed away, wanting nothing more than to fall asleep in his arms right then and there.
Ryan laughed gently and smacked my ass, waking me up a little,
"Come on man, you can sleep in a while, let's just get you into your bed first." He said leading me back to the lockers, where he somehow managed to get me dressed, despite my lethargic reactions.
"Hey Honey! you're late back, how was it?" My mom asked as I stumbled in the door, Ryan in tow. He waved at my mom as she peeked through the sitting room door and I tried to make it look like I was not going to pass out as soon as we got up to my room.
"Hi mom, can Ryan stay over tonight? We're not gonna stay up late or anything," I asked, knowing she already had cooked enough food for six or more people.
"Sure, we have enough food, Ryan, do you like beef?" She asked slipping into the kitchen where she began laying out the table.
"Yeah, definitely," He replied.
Ryan watched as Sam drifted off to sleep. He looked so cute when he was vulnerable. Ryan had been watching him for a while, ever since sophomore year. He realised that he couldn't ever be with Sam, which was of course until he'd been bitten last year. He knew as soon as he was changed that it was the perfect opportunity. Coach had always complimented his tactics, but even Ryan could admit that his plan was genius, in conception and in execution. He was pretty glad that he found out about sex shifting after Nicky however, Sam deserved a little more class than an assault on the way back from practice. He'd tell him everything tomorrow, not to enamour him, or anything, but because he deserved to know, but for now...
Smiling he lay down beside his future mate, snuggling close to his warm skin, even as the first few hairs started to sprout.
FIN