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A wolf in the frat - Chapter 2 - A growing addiction

By Reaping

Michael was dead. Calculus class was as horrible as the night he spent.

While his walk back with Jason had gone well, he woke up in the middle of the night with a demanding boner case like never before. He tried jacking off twice and the thing didn't even go down. He could have betted it felt even bigger in his hand than before. This was all surreal. However, as tired and unfocused on classes as he was... he felt a deeply rooted energy filling him. He would have run on the field tracks, have kicked ball, have gone climbing... His muscles ached to romp, to be used.

"Ya ok, bro?" Kevin asked, poking him with his pen on the arm.

Michael snapped out of his thoughts and turned to his friend. The stubble Michael had let grown in the past week looked fuller and darker. His eyes looked tired, surrounded by circles the colour of coal.

"Not really... I had trouble sleeping last night."

"Really? Exams?"

As much as Michael wanted to entrust someone with his annoying boner issues... Kevin might not be the proper person for that. Maybe he should see the college sexologist and talk about his raging libido. Perhaps he had a hormonal imbalance hence why he felt compelled to blow off a guy in a public bathroom twice since the beginning of classes.

Confused, Michael suddenly noticed everyone was standing up and grabbing their bags. The reality hit him like a truck: he hadn't paid any attention to the class. He wanted to stand up to imitate the others when the guy right in front of him stood and bended over to gather his things inside his school bag. This gave him an instantaneous erection.

"God damn it..." He muttered under his breath, forcing himself to look away.

"Maybe ya need some gym time, bro." Kevin offered. "Ya spend too much time on yer books! Give yer brain a break an' train yer body some."

Michael took deep breaths, focusing on softening the stiff rod down his pants. Perhaps he should buy new underwear as his medium sized boxers were getting constricting around his enlarged member. With a grimace, Michael stood up and put his school bag in front of his tenting crotch, concentrating on putting his books back inside. Only then did he realize Kevin was talking to him.

"Sorry, I was zoning out. What did you say?"

"T's ok, bro. Jus' said Imma headin' fo' the gym. Ya comin' wit' me today?" Kevin repeated.

Michael's brain short-circuited. While his tired brain reminded him he had to read again the chapters covered in Calculus today, his body pumped with a new vigour. His heavy limbs suddenly grew a little lighter as a cocktail of hormones rushed through his veins. A liberated smile crossed his lips.

"Actually, yeah."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The door to the room swung opened and Jason jumped in a start. Michael entered the room loudly and with newfound energy. The musician, because of the rain pouring outside, practiced in the bedroom by himself in silence until the sharp intrusion of his roommate.

"You scared me!" Jason exclaimed. "What's going on? Why the rush?"

"Nothing, sorry that I scared you. I'm heading to the gym with Kevin." Michael said, going for his drawers to find proper clothes for the gym.

Jason stayed silent for a moment, analyzing what his roommate just said.

"Uh... what? Since when do you..."

"Wanna come?" Michael asked, turning at him and depicting a wolfish grin.

"Uh... I don't know..."

"As you wish." Michael replied, carefree and unfocused on his friend's reply, idly scratching at his short beard.

The more Jason looked at Michael, the more he felt something was off. The bassist unclasped the instrument from the strap hanging over his shoulder and asked:

"Are you... taller, Michael?"

The Physics student closed the drawer, clothes in hand. He turned toward his roomie who could finally took the time to see the big picture. While Jason stood just under Michael when they started college, Michael now stood a couple inches taller, just over six feet tall. The thick short beard on his cheeks enhanced the difference, almost like he was an entirely different person. The taller guy glanced at his friend for a moment in surprise, realizing he was right.

"It... seems so." Michael shrugged it off. "I'm probably just getting a growth spurt, why?"

"Uh... I don't know..." Jason coyly said, turning away.

While Michael thought Jason's shyness was cute before, a sudden pricking in his head made him look at the musician differently. Like he's just snapped, a part of Michael's mind took the reins and it couldn't help but scowl at how pathetic Jason's shyness looked. New hormones rushed through the taller guy's brain and, with no filter, Michael mocked:

"Do you know anything?"

"I'm... sorry?" Jason probed with big eyes, his face turning red in embarrassment.

Passive yet aggressive thoughts fired through Michael's brain. Electricity shot through his very core and it ignited the torrential floodgates of abhorrent feelings and repressed apathy. With no control, an impetuous glint of revulsion gleamed into Michael's slightly lighter brown, almost amber, eyes as he unleashed a spiteful scorn.

"I don't know! I don't know! That's all you keep saying! Can't you say something else? Have some conviction? Can you grow and man up, just a little?" He abased Jason.

"I... I don't..."

Jason bit his tongue before he said it once again. His eyes started watering upon hearing Michael's sudden aggressive tone. He looked up at Michael's revolted eyes, devoid of compassion. Shakily, Jason was at loss for words and had to step back. The glare his roommate crushed on him felt menacing and out of place.

"What's... wrong with him?" That was all Jason could think about upon looking at the guy he assumed was his friend.

Quaky, Jason returned to his chair and sat in silence, trying to ease himself out of the conversation by returning to his exercises. Michael slipped a quiet snarl and grimaced at his roommate's poor and resilient attitude. He turned away and quickly filled his bag with the set of clothes he had in his clenched fist. Without a word, he left the room in a rude stepping, leaving his saddened and afflicted roommate all alone.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The sound of water crippled on the ceramic tiles of the gym showers and its echoes diffused inside the neighbouring locker room. The week was coming to an end and the gym was unsurprisingly quite empty. While usually packed with guys avid of growing their muscle mass and girls looking to thin out and keep their svelteness, Friday was the only evening where people usually went out having fun instead of pumping irons.

Amid the few gym goers that night were the new inseparable gym partners. It was the second day in gym for Michael. Despite having overdone it yesterday, right after the Algebra class on Friday afternoon, the Physics student went at the gym with his new gym partner. Kevin had shown him the bench for curls the previous day and now they had just worked on Michael's legs.

"Told ya you'd get into it, bro!" Kevin cheered at Michael.

"I'd go at it again if I could!" Michael smirked, playfully throwing his towel at his partner.

"Hey! Don't throw yer sweat at me, stinky dawg!" Kevin said with a laugh. "An' it's like yer brain! Don't overdo it or ya'll tire yerself fer nothin'!"

"Yeah yeah." Michael shrugged and pulled off his sweat-soaked gym shirt, throwing it in his locker before going for his equally moist gym shorts.

"Yo! Ye're one hairy dawg! When did ya sprout all tha' fur, bro?" Kevin asked with wide opened eyes.

Michael looked down at himself. Without realizing it firsthand, he did look scruffier than he remembered earlier and he was definitely much hairier than he was last year, back when he had gym classes with Kevin in High School. It was a surprise to Michael as well. When he changed before entering the gym, he did not possess a carpet of hair on his chest... nor did his pecs stand out like this even though he did not work on his pecs today. While he didn't have literal fur on his torso, the hair looked startlingly thick for an eighteen years old man.

"Must be the testosterone going in overdrive!" Michael sneered.

Kevin joined with laughter as they completely undressed and went for the showers.

"Hey, ya doin' somethin' tonight? Wanna come at the club wit' me again?" Kevin offered.

"Again? Do you ever relax!"

"Ya know me, bro! Can't stay inside mah place!"

"Alright, alright. Let me just head back to my room and I'm in!"

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The quietness of the library was a good place to work on schoolwork. The stillness of the room, the occasional flipping pages, the soft clattering of fingers on keyboards, everything was perfect for the hardworking students. Even though Timothy was not prone to head over there in the first place, he couldn't contradict it did help him to move quickly through his load of work.

Working on a paper was the last thing he wanted to do on a Friday night, especially when his roommate bragged he was heading to the club after the gym. However, his bimbo of a History teacher, which he wanted to bang hard on her stupid desk, gave them a clear idea of the deadline: he had to hand it over on Friday, by midnight over the school net platform, or the grade would be no more than an 'F'... and he waited till the deadline to work on it.

Barely past the middle of his assignment on Egypt Pharaohs, Tim glanced at the clock. It was past 7 PM. He cursed and the girl sharing the same table as him hushed him to stay quiet. Pissed off, Tim stood up and moved his things to another empty table. He thought sitting next to that beautiful girl would motivate him through his work but all she did was lure him with her angelic face to strike her poisonous thorns at him. Why were girls so bitchy and annoying yet so attractive?

Flustered with the way she disregarded him, he would have told the bitch to fuck off if it weren't for how society always tried to bash men for telling girls what they should. To Tim, a man was born to tell the woman what to do, not the other way around. Unable to concentrate on his assignment anymore, Tim shut back his books, mad, and left the library. Those fucking girls were always ruining everything. If he got an 'F' on that paper, it would be that bitch's fault. Not that he could tell that to the teacher, though. But deep down he believed he was the victim, here.

The misogynist's blood boiled. Shaking with pure fury, Tim went for the bathroom. He needed to cool down, to splash some water on his face. He pushed the door opened and it hit the wall pretty loud. He went for the sink, turned on the cold water and splashed some on his face. While he thought he was alone in the bathroom at first, he heard a few noises from one of the stalls. It was like someone grunting, almost growling. Disgusted, Tim imagined a fat little nerd jacking off in desolation to his poor unmanly life inside a sad stall.

"Hey, fuckin' pervert! It's not a place for that, here! Go jack off your little cock into your room!"

The lewd noises and grunts increased in volume. Revolted, Tim prepared to exert his so-called male superiority when he heard a beastly cry almost sounding like a howl. Several splatters against the stall interior walls echoed as well as multiple tearing sounds. Tim, previously disgusted, grew suddenly disconcerted.

"What the..."

Suddenly, the door of the occupied stall snapped opened and a massive monster of a man jutted out from it. Tim yelped in fear at the sight. The guy stood like a mountain. Way above six feet tall, he must have weight as much as three grown men. A tight tank top was stretched over a bulky torso whose size could have belonged to a bear. Large pecs stood like a proud shelf showcasing the dense forest of dark brown fur that covered it. Two hard nipples poked on either sides of the undersized tank straps.

Even though the man's torso followed a clear V-shape, his waist wouldn't have fit in anything less than pants at least a size 38. Tim could see a defined yet bulky six pack under the thick hair forest that covered the guy's torso, especially since the tank top couldn't reach all the way down. The man's arms and legs were so hairy Tim wondered if it were not an actual bear trying to fit in human clothes. What caught Tim's attention the most, and not in a good way, was the obscene boner his stained and moist shorts couldn't conceal.

The pair of shoes around his feet were breaking apart, large clawed toes pushing forward by a couple inches from the ruined footwear. Matching the dark claws on his feet, big dark claws also erupted from this stranger's fingers. Looking back at his face, Tim saw yellowed eyes gleaming in the middle of his heavily bearded face. It was like the guy had never shaved in years as the beard reached down to his collarbone. His jaw looked deformed and his growling mouth displayed a few too many sharp fangs.

"It's all his fault!" The man-beast growled in angst.

A spasm hit the man who literally stretched taller right in front of Tim's petrified eyes. The feet widened and broke free from the destroyed shoes. Now completely bare, even these were covered in dark hair. The monstrous tower made a step toward the fear-frozen man. Tearing sounds, popping bones and stretching muscles resounded in the bathroom as the beast stepped closer to Tim like a ravenous bear.

"It's all HIS FUCKING FAULT!" It repeated with more rage.

Another spasm hit the furry man and his ears stretched in points. The clothes grew shorter and tore more as he inched beyond seven feet tall, making Tim feel downright tiny.

"Get... get the fuck away from me... fucking freak!" Tim shouted, stepping back toward the door.

The man boomed a mocking laugh and its jaw cracked, extending by an inch. Tim wanted to scream, but part of his haughty male pride didn't want to cave in reliability to others. However, as Tim leaped for the door, the giant male moved faster than he thought possible and blocked the way out. Tim let out a high-pitch scream as the monster wrapped its hand-paw behind his head and force him to kneel and shove his head against the concealed boner inside his shorts. The tearing clothes were damp with sweat and spunk, stinking with male scent and rut.

Tim's screams for help were gratified with someone entering the bathroom. The door swung opened and the beast let go of Tim. Two college students entered and froze at the size of the mountainous hirsute man. In a quick run, the beast shoved the people out of its way before disappearing inside the school.

"Are you alright? Who was that?" One of Tim's rescuer asked.

"I dunno... some gay freak tried assaulting me! I'm the victim! Get after him! Kill that fucking thing!"

"But..."

"GO!" Tim ordered, pushing the guy helping him away.

He waited for the guy helping him and his friend to leave him alone before attempting to get back up. As soon as he was back on his legs, helping himself with the counter, Tim grimaced at the putrid taste of male spunk inside his mouth. He tried changing the taste with some water from the sink but it just wouldn't do: it stuck to the roof of his mouth. He cursed, wishing he had a chewing gum or his toothbrush at hand. In a quick stepping to his room, he pondered wether if he could negotiate a delay for his paper after the assault he'd been victim of, inside the bathroom.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

After a late practice with his band and the night starting in, Jason benefited of his lone presence in his room to practice on his bass. He actually thought Michael would be back from gym earlier, as it was nearing 8 PM. The slight confrontation he'd had with Michael the previous day still nagged on the back of his mind like a parasitic sorrow. He wanted to excuse himself, but he didn't have the chance to yet. Yesterday, Michael didn't come back before he was gone to sleep. This morning, when Jason woke up for his music theory class, the Physics student was snoring loudly in his bed with a delicious and impressive boner tenting the bedsheets.

While Jason didn't want to admit it to anyone, he couldn't deny the evidence that oppressed him since he was fourteen. Deep down, he was gay. Since the day his roommate and him gathered at their secret spot in the woods, the thought of telling his roommate taunted him. Despite the prejudices that repressed and haunted his true hidden self, Jason felt a peculiar bond with his roommate. Determined, he thought of entrusting him with this dreadful secret he's kept only to himself for many years... until he's had this confrontation on the previous day.

Even so, Jason kept encouraging himself to fight his fear of rejection to open up to Michael... but the more he waited for his roommate to come back, the more his devotion moldered to dust. He didn't want to trigger another confrontation after all. Jason thought of texting him but his unbridled heartbeat prevented him from doing so.

"Am I in love with Michael?" He wondered, stopping dead in his tracks in confusion.

Actually, Jason definitely felt lust regarding his roommate as his occasional boner reminded him, but that didn't necessarily meant he was in love. However, he felt so good in Michael's company. He loved the time they spent together, wether it was in their room, at the club or at their secret spot in the past two weeks they spent together.

"Ahhhh! What's going on with me!" Jason cried aloud, dropping his bass and bringing both of his hands to his face.

Jason stood up, unclasped the bass strap from his shoulder and dropped off the instrument on his bed. He walked around the room in circles, his mind on wild fire.

"What do I tell him? How do I tell? Should I wait to tell him? Maybe he'll just say something mean again... Maybe he'll think I'm weird... Maybe he'll call me a creepy pervert... Maybe I shouldn't tell him anything after all... but what if he..."

Jason's thoughts were interrupted when he heard a key enter the lock of his room. His heart fluttered upon thinking about Michael. Like if Michael was sun, once the door opened, Jason's face grew red like he's got a sunburn upon seeing him. Michael walked in, slowing his gait as he felt the heavy look Jason's eyes weighted on him.

"Huh... do I have something on my face?" Michael asked, weirded out.

"Uh... no... sorry... I was just..." Jason blurted out.

Michael's face grew passive, almost bothered, and he continued his walk to his bed. He threw his things on it and went for his flip flops by the closet. Jason looked at him, recapping the talk he wanted to have with him. However, his focus dissipated as he saw his roommate changing his footwear.

"Uh... You're going somewhere, Michael?" The musician asked.

"Yeah, I'm going at the club with Kevin tonight. Want to come as well?"

"Wha... what? Again? I don't... uh... why?" Jason stuttered, his courage crumbling like a sand castle to the incoming waves.

"Kevin offered me to. I gotta tell you, I feel energized after a pump! You should come to the gym too, sometime."

"I don't... uh... I should..." Jason muttered, transfixed looking at his roommate. Even though he felt something was off on the previous day, it did seem even... more off today. Was it something with his ears?

"So, you're coming tonight or not?"

"I... I don't..."

Jason's face blushed even more and he turned around to hide it from Michael's weary expression. Jason cursed at himself for his unassertiveness. His fists clenched, gathering all the courage he had to give a proper answer.

"No... I've got... some etudes for bass to do."

A little surprised at his roommate's clear answer, albeit disappointed, Michael's breath dropped in deception.

"Suit yourself, then." Michael bleakly said before sprinting out of the shared room.

Alone once again, Jason cursed at himself again. He grabbed his binder full of music sheets and threw it on the ground in self-angst.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

A few shots and drinks down and Michael was dancing happily on the ground floor. The booming music of the club was so loud he barely could hear the people around him say anything. Not that it mattered anyway. Michael was having the time of his life. Already, a few girls danced with him, feeling him up all over. Some of them actually fondled his semi-boner, laughing and complimenting the massive appendage he had below the waist.

"Over eight inches, if you wanna know!" He praised a few times, too inebriated to care.

The blazing lights changed colours like an explosion of shattering rainbows. Hands and thighs rubbed against him. Michael sold his body to the voracious crowd. The attention, the praise, the feeling of people admiring him... it felt so good he only craved more.

"Seventeen inches around and still growing!" He showed off, flexing his arm to the gawking girls and even some admiring guys.

The bare shoulders sticking out of his loose glow-in-the-dark tank top were bulging. After two days of attending the gym, his whole body felt anew. Some girls quarrelled, trying to keep the adonis to themselves alone by pulling him on his arms. Others were more inclined to share, caressing his shoulders. Some didn't even say anything but danced lustfully in front of the man, twerking and rubbing against him, trying to turn him on.

While he was flattered at first, Michael grew rapidly bored of the girls cheering him on. While he's always considered himself bisexual, the girls didn't seem to do anything for him tonight. Sweat and hot like he's just had another workout, Michael excused himself and eased his way out of the dance floor. He joined Kevin back in the booth, after receiving a few claps and disappointed moans from the girls.

"Why'd ya leave, bro? Tha girls were all over ya!"

Michael just smiled and stretched.

"Just had to take a little break. It was getting hot, there."

"Ya bet."

Suddenly, their attention was brought back to a strange movement in the crowd. From afar, the two guys saw a large man towering over the packed Friday mass, making his way among the people for the back of the club.

"Gee... what kind a' steroided freak is tha'?" Kevin stated.

Michael stayed silent. In fact, he wasn't listening to his friend. His eyes followed the man. Somehow, he felt an odd attraction toward this strange-looking man.

"Yo dawg, ya listenin'? Imma go dance wit' tha' girls on the floor, ya comin'?"

"Yeah... soon... I'm just gonna stay here for a while." Michael replied as most of his attention kept on focusing on that man... entering the men bathroom.

Any doubts he had just cleared up: this man was the stranger he had blown before. Michael's body tensed and shivered. Some part of him wanted to leave, but another felt bold enough to confront that stranger. Michael took his drink on the table, downed the last gulp and slammed it down on the fake-wood surface. He stood up, confidently, and walked toward the bathroom.