{"sf1_id":315519,"sf2_id":"Rm0bAAq1","title":"Instincts","author":"Lycandope","words":5426,"posted_at":"2011-12-10T18:08:00.000Z","tags":["Bisexual","Forcedshifting","Gay","Lycanthrope","M/M","Transformation","Werewolf","werewolves"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/315519-instincts","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Rm0bAAq1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/fa/ae/faae8e61-6b84-49e2-8430-08bed1b709ee","description":"","content":"\u0026nbsp;\n\nGreg pushed the button on the treadmill to make it speed up slightly.\u0026nbsp; He could feel the ache starting in the right side of his stomach but he felt restless.\u0026nbsp; Around him were people in various levels of fitness running, jogging or walking on the other treadmills.\u0026nbsp; The gym was fairly packed for a Saturday evening but he'd been lucky enough to find an empty spot.\u0026nbsp; Usually he skipped exercising on the weekends but he woke feeling out-of-sorts and decided to try the gym rather than pace his small apartment.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAn attractive lady stole a glance at him, smiling as she did.\u0026nbsp; He smiled back but kept his breathing to the proper rhythm.\u0026nbsp; The woman stopped on her treadmill to wipe her face and stretch in an exaggerated manner, her chest pushing out to emphasize her breasts beneath the sports bra.\u0026nbsp; Her eyes darted to Greg again before she went through a few quick stretches.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nGreg sighed.\u0026nbsp; She was part of the problem.\u0026nbsp; Well, not her specifically.\u0026nbsp; Women.\u0026nbsp; He was twenty-eight years old and, as far as he knew he was straight.\u0026nbsp; However, for the past few months Greg found himself fantasizing about men.\u0026nbsp; One night, while he was masturbating to the thought of banging some made up woman he found himself wondering what it would feel like to be in her place.\u0026nbsp; What would it feel like to have breasts with sensitive nipples?\u0026nbsp; Breasts you could play with whenever you wanted.\u0026nbsp; And a pussy... He'd seen his fair share of vaginas throughout his life and he'd always envied women with their ability to have multiple orgasms - mind blowing orgasms that left some of them speechless.\u0026nbsp; So what would it be like to be the woman?\u0026nbsp; To have some man pounding into you?\u0026nbsp; He put himself mentally into the woman's position and came nearly immediately.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe next time, he started in the woman's position from the beginning and found himself rock hard within moments.\u0026nbsp; And the next time.\u0026nbsp; And the time after that.\u0026nbsp; Soon, he found himself glancing at men and wondering - was it that man that was fucking \"her\" from behind?\u0026nbsp; Or this other man?\u0026nbsp; He sometimes wondered what it'd be like to kiss one them, to feel their hands on his body.\u0026nbsp; At first, he'd jerk himself back from the recollections with shame and the next time he'd masturbate, he was the one doing the fucking.\u0026nbsp; But, slowly, he'd wonder again and the next attractive man might end up being on the face of the man in his imagination.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nEventually the lines blurred and he didn't feel as ashamed.\u0026nbsp; He caught himself staring at men more and more - the way they walked, their ass and legs, their mouths... and their crotch.\u0026nbsp; Were they big or small?\u0026nbsp; Would they fill him... \"her\" up?\u0026nbsp; Would it hurt in a good way?\u0026nbsp; It was always \"her\" when he masturbated, never him.\u0026nbsp; He never imagined himself as a man getting fucked from behind.\u0026nbsp; But, slowly, he wondered if that's how it might be.\u0026nbsp; He didn't have an \"Ahah!\" moment where he shouted, \"HEY!\u0026nbsp; I'm gay!\u0026nbsp; The universe makes sense now and everything is all right!\"\u0026nbsp; He simply found himself thinking that, yeah, maybe there was something to it.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe still liked women.\u0026nbsp; He still wondered what some women would look like naked and he still imagined fucking them - and got hard thinking about it.\u0026nbsp; But, sometimes he'd imagine a woman naked and think, \"Yeah, I'd like to fuck the hell out of her.\" but then go to bed without masturbating.\u0026nbsp; If he made the mistake of letting his mind wander over being the faceless woman on \"her\" hands and knees then he always had to masturbate.\u0026nbsp; The visuals and feelings were too intense to ignore.\u0026nbsp; So, perhaps not gay but at least bisexual.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"At least\" bisexual.\u0026nbsp; He sighed again.\u0026nbsp; Part of him coming here today was to give himself time to think.\u0026nbsp; Exercise always focused his mind.\u0026nbsp; He glanced at the woman again and found her staring at his crotch.\u0026nbsp; He felt his own hard-on and ground his teeth.\u0026nbsp; Apparently the exercise didn't focus his mind enough; he'd been thinking about it again.\u0026nbsp; Greg hit the emergency stop button and got off to walk around.\u0026nbsp; It didn't help that his teeth hurt.\u0026nbsp; Or his gums.\u0026nbsp; One of them did.\u0026nbsp; He'd been grinding his teeth since the night before and it'd kept him up.\u0026nbsp; He did his best to keep his eyes off of the other guys around him while he did his upper body workout.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe weights felt strange as he worked through his sets.\u0026nbsp; Sometimes he couldn't lift as much as he had before and sometimes he could lift more.\u0026nbsp; Twice he had to have a guy help to spot him because he felt twitchy - never a good thing when lifting heavy weights above your own face.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWhen he finished his routine he still felt restless and his gums itched.\u0026nbsp; He'd been in a few fights when he was younger and more stupid and this felt a little like that.\u0026nbsp; He wanted to hit something over and over until he couldn't breathe anymore.\u0026nbsp; The gym had an area with a few heavy bags but he'd never messed with them before.\u0026nbsp; Now he was interested.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe heard some light thudding sounds coming from the room as he got closer to it.\u0026nbsp; Greg stopped at the entrance to the room.\u0026nbsp; A slightly built man was jabbing at one of the larger bags.\u0026nbsp; The man was perhaps 5 feet 8 inches to Greg's 6 feet 2 inch frame.\u0026nbsp; Where Greg was solid, this man was built smaller but in better shape - it looked like he had barely any fat on him.\u0026nbsp; Whip-like.\u0026nbsp; He worked around the bag, sometimes stepping back, sometimes in and sometimes weaving his upper body in a tight circle while he worked the bag.\u0026nbsp; Sweat flew off of him when he punched and he breathed out sharply with a 'shh!' sound each time.\u0026nbsp; He looked young but Greg couldn't place his age.\u0026nbsp; Boyish.\u0026nbsp; Maybe twenty-two?\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nGreg walked over to an empty bag before his brain could take that thought process any further.\u0026nbsp; He glanced back at the other man and then took what he imagined to be a fighting pose.\u0026nbsp; He lurched forward to punch the bag and then again.\u0026nbsp; The impact of his fist on the bag was satisfying in a way he hadn't known before.\u0026nbsp; Soon he was pounding away at the bag left and right.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nA voice stopped him.\u0026nbsp; \"Ummm...\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nGreg caught the wildly swinging bag and turned to face the smaller man.\u0026nbsp; \"Hey.\u0026nbsp; What's up?\"\u0026nbsp; He asked.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Well, it's probably none of my business but it looked like you haven't worked a bag before.\u0026nbsp; I thought I might offer some advice.\u0026nbsp; If you cared.\u0026nbsp; If not, I'll apologize and let you get back to it.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nGreg took a couple wheezing breaths.\u0026nbsp; \"No... No, please do.\u0026nbsp; I just... It's my first time trying it.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nA grin split the other man's face and Greg had to grind his teeth again.\u0026nbsp; The guy wasn't handsome, he was... almost cute.\u0026nbsp; He had a dash of light freckles across his nose and face and a heart-shaped face under a mop of unruly red hair.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I could kind of tell.\"\u0026nbsp; The man said.\u0026nbsp; He stuck out his wrapped hand.\u0026nbsp; \"Thomas.\u0026nbsp; Pleased to meet you.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Greg.\u0026nbsp; My pleasure.\u0026nbsp; Now, what am I doing wrong?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe guy laughed.\u0026nbsp; \"Oh, everything!\u0026nbsp; Here, let's start with how you stand.\u0026nbsp; I'll just run you through some basics.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe **had** been doing everything wrong.\u0026nbsp; Thomas warned him to keep his wrists straight and not to lean into the punch.\u0026nbsp; From there, they worked on his stance (left hand leading, legs apart) and the way he stepped.\u0026nbsp; Greg lost himself in the instruction.\u0026nbsp; \"I guess I always thought you just punched.\"\u0026nbsp; He told Thomas.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Oh, well, yeah.\u0026nbsp; That's one way to do it.\u0026nbsp; You're a big fella so that might work for you but someone smaller like me could take you out if they knew a bit of boxing or some other martial art.\u0026nbsp; Small and fast, that's they way I do it.\u0026nbsp; Well, haha!\u0026nbsp; Not all small.\"\u0026nbsp; He grinned again and Greg had to look away.\u0026nbsp; His heart was racing in his chest and it wasn't from punching the bag.\u0026nbsp; \"Besides,\" the man told him.\u0026nbsp; \"I can't seem to build much bulk so that's what works for me.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Yeah.\u0026nbsp; Hey, thanks, I appreciate it.\u0026nbsp; Have you been boxing long?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"About nine years.\u0026nbsp; Started when I was a Sophomore in high school.\u0026nbsp; I haven't done anything beyond spars but I try to keep it up for the exercise.\u0026nbsp; And if I ever have to get in a fight, it'll help.\u0026nbsp; You never know.\u0026nbsp; Just hard to find a place with boxing equipment whenever I move around.\u0026nbsp; I was lucky there was one here.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nGreg took a few experimental punches, trying not to make the bag swing too much.\u0026nbsp; \"Oh yeah?\u0026nbsp; Did you just move here?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Yup.\u0026nbsp; Last week.\u0026nbsp; I'm renting a little house near the edge of town.\u0026nbsp; I haven't even finished unpacking yet.\"\u0026nbsp; Thomas shrugged.\u0026nbsp; \"I got my bed, couch and TV and that's the important stuff.\u0026nbsp; I'm going to hit the showers and head out.\u0026nbsp; It was nice meeting you!\u0026nbsp; Maybe I'll see you around next time?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nGreg closed his eyes against the 'shower' comment.\u0026nbsp; He turned his back to the man to hide his boner.\u0026nbsp; He knew what the problem was - Thomas was cute in a nearly androgynous way that blurred the line between man and woman.\u0026nbsp; He grunted and punched the bag, hard.\u0026nbsp; \"Yeah, definitely!\u0026nbsp; Thanks again for showing me the ropes.\u0026nbsp; I'll just be here for a while.\"\u0026nbsp; He didn't watch the other man leave and he cursed himself for his lack of manners.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWhen Thomas was gone, Greg pounded away at the bag.\u0026nbsp; He was a tolerant man and, aside from unthinking comments when he was a child, had nothing against homosexuality.\u0026nbsp; It was just that it had never applied to him.\u0026nbsp; He felt confused and seeing this young man didn't make it any better.\u0026nbsp; \"And my goddamned teeth hurt!\" He roared.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnother voice answered him.\u0026nbsp; \"Maybe you should go see a dentist?\"\u0026nbsp; Greg spun as his face turned crimson.\u0026nbsp; A large black man was watching him curiously.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Oh man.\u0026nbsp; I'm sorry - I thought I was alone.\u0026nbsp; Haha!\u0026nbsp; Yeah.\u0026nbsp; I should.\u0026nbsp; I'll let you have the room.\u0026nbsp; Sorry again about that!\"\u0026nbsp; The black man cocked an eyebrow at Greg while he made his way out.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Goddamn fool.\"\u0026nbsp; Greg muttered to himself.\u0026nbsp; As he left the room, he caught sight of Thomas walking through the front doors.\u0026nbsp; Greg walked fast to catch up to him outside.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Hey!\u0026nbsp; Thomas, hey!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe younger man stopped at his car and turned, a slight smile on his lips.\u0026nbsp; \"Greg, howdy.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Hey, man.\u0026nbsp; I'm sorry - I wasn't ignoring you in there.\u0026nbsp; That was shitty of me.\u0026nbsp; No, really.\u0026nbsp; Here, you're new in town.\u0026nbsp; Let me treat you to dinner to apologize and I'll give you all the town gossip while I'm at it.\u0026nbsp; The little that I know.\u0026nbsp; Just wait for me and I'll grab a quick shower.\u0026nbsp; Okay?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThomas' smile widened a little further.\u0026nbsp; \"I'd like that.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nGreg's face nearly flushed as he ran back to the showers.\u0026nbsp; \"Stupid, dirty old man.\"\u0026nbsp; He told himself.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAn hour later he was seated across from Thomas in the nearby Red Apple diner.\u0026nbsp; It was a slow evening and they had the corner to themselves.\u0026nbsp; Their waitress was a thin girl that seemed more interested in texting than in giving them service.\u0026nbsp; Neither of them cared that much.\u0026nbsp; Greg felt oddly at ease in the other man's company and was enjoying their mindless conversation.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"So why boxing?\"\u0026nbsp; Greg asked at one point.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThomas watched him for a moment.\u0026nbsp; \"I got tired of being defenseless.\u0026nbsp; I needed an outlet.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"An outlet?\u0026nbsp; For what?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I'm gay.\u0026nbsp; The town I lived in wasn't very tolerant so I got bullied.\u0026nbsp; My own parents gave me shit so it was either kill myself or find an outlet.\u0026nbsp; I'm not particularly tired of life yet so I picked boxing.\u0026nbsp; I got in shape, worked out my frustrations and learned to ignore everyone else.\u0026nbsp; The coach was a good guy, more like a father to me after a while.\u0026nbsp; Taught me that most people out there bullying was because they were insecure about themselves.\u0026nbsp; Or ignorant.\u0026nbsp; And he taught me a good trick.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nGreg's heart skipped a few beats.\u0026nbsp; \"What trick?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Hah.\u0026nbsp; He told me to imagine the assholes with a dick for a tongue whenever they were mouthing off to me.\u0026nbsp; It helped.\u0026nbsp; Although I laughed once and got the shit kicked out of me for my trouble.\u0026nbsp; If it were a boxing ring with boxing rules, I might've had a chance but three kids is a bit much and kicking is against regulations.\"\u0026nbsp; The corner of Thomas' mouth curled up in a little wry grin.\u0026nbsp; Greg smiled with him.\u0026nbsp; \"I notice you're still sitting there.\"\u0026nbsp; Thomas said.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"What?\u0026nbsp; Oh... Oh!\u0026nbsp; About you being gay?\u0026nbsp; I don't care.\u0026nbsp; You seem like a cool guy and that's what matters.\u0026nbsp; Who cares who you sleep with, right?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThomas watched Greg carefully.\u0026nbsp; \"Right.\"\u0026nbsp; His eyes seemed to bore into Greg's eyes.\u0026nbsp; \"Who cares who it is.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe silence was heavy and pointed.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nGreg felt a bead of sweat slip down his temple.\u0026nbsp; \"Actually, I...\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Who had the hamburger?\"\u0026nbsp; Their waitresses magically appeared at their table with two plates in her hands.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nGreg nearly swallowed his tongue.\u0026nbsp; \"I did.\u0026nbsp; Thanks.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe waitresses turned away after setting their plates down, already typing on her smart phone.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThomas carefully bent over his pasta, ignoring Greg's cut-off sentence.\u0026nbsp; Greg mentally cursed himself.\u0026nbsp; _What was I doing?\u0026nbsp; What were you planning on doing there, Greg?_\u0026nbsp; He asked himself.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThey both finished their meals in silence, lost in their own thoughts.\u0026nbsp; When the check came, Greg picked it up while ignoring Thomas' grumbles.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"It's on me.\u0026nbsp; I felt like a dick back at the gym.\u0026nbsp; Hey, do you need help unpacking?\u0026nbsp; I don't have anything else to do tonight and wouldn't mind being out of the house.\u0026nbsp; I've been feeling cooped up with nothing to do all day.\u0026nbsp; My hands itch to do something.\u0026nbsp; Work, I mean.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThomas grinned again.\u0026nbsp; \"Yeah, that'd be cool.\u0026nbsp; Just follow me.\u0026nbsp; It's a pretty short drive.\u0026nbsp; And, thanks for the meal.\u0026nbsp; I haven't really met anyone here yet.\u0026nbsp; I'm glad to know I didn't move somewhere bad again.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nOn the ten minute drive to Thomas' house, Greg's heart tried to beat out of his chest.\u0026nbsp; \"What are you doing, Greg?\"\u0026nbsp; He asked himself out loud.\u0026nbsp; \"What are you doing?\"\u0026nbsp; His hands twitched on the steering wheel and he shrugged his shoulders while trying to itch his back on the fabric seat covers.\u0026nbsp; \"This is stupid.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHis dick was hard the entire ride.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThere was a muddy path leading to the house and Greg's little car almost got stuck at one point.\u0026nbsp; He almost turned around but couldn't bring himself to do it.\u0026nbsp; Thomas waited for him at the door.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Don't mind the mess.\"\u0026nbsp; He told Greg.\u0026nbsp; Inside the little white house were piles of boxes, a couch and a small LCD TV.\u0026nbsp; \"Welcome to my home, such as it is.\"\u0026nbsp; Thomas held his arms out and twirled slowly.\u0026nbsp; \"I'll give you the tour.\u0026nbsp; This is the kitchen.\u0026nbsp; My microwave is in one of the boxes.\u0026nbsp; The bathroom is there to your right.\u0026nbsp; Keep the lid up or down if you want.\u0026nbsp; I don't care.\u0026nbsp; And the bedroom.\u0026nbsp; Just the mattress at the moment.\u0026nbsp; I'll get a bed frame one day when I settle down.\"\u0026nbsp; There were a stack of books in the corner of the room next to the bed.\u0026nbsp; They were all paperbacks with old, worn down covers.\u0026nbsp; A smart phone dock was the only thing plugged into the walls of the bare room.\u0026nbsp; Clothes were piled in the corner.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThey made their way back to the living room.\u0026nbsp; \"Have a seat.\"\u0026nbsp; Thomas told him. \"Want something to drink?\u0026nbsp; I have some local beers, water, juice...?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nGreg swallowed.\u0026nbsp; \"A beer would be fine.\u0026nbsp; Thanks.\"\u0026nbsp; He sat on the old couch, sinking into the cushions.\u0026nbsp; Thomas hustled out, clinking around in the kitchen before coming back with a bottle of dark beer.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Here you go.\"\u0026nbsp; He said.\u0026nbsp; \"So...\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nGreg took a sip and then looked up at the other man.\u0026nbsp; \"So...?\"\u0026nbsp; His arms itched so he scratched himself with one hand.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThomas cocked his head to the side, staring at Greg as if he were a puzzle to be solved.\u0026nbsp; \"So did you really come here to help me unpack?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nGreg took another sip of the beer.\u0026nbsp; \"I... At first I did but... I don't know anymore.\"\u0026nbsp; He stared at his hands.\u0026nbsp; Thomas watched him quietly.\u0026nbsp; Greg took a few more sips and then slowly told the story of how he found himself becoming attracted to men.\u0026nbsp; \"And then I saw you and, I don't know.\u0026nbsp; You're... cute.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"You mean I remind you of a woman a little bit.\"\u0026nbsp; Thomas told him.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Yeah.\u0026nbsp; Yeah, I'm sorry.\u0026nbsp; Is that bad?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"No, not at all.\u0026nbsp; Do you mind if I sit?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nGreg looked back up.\u0026nbsp; \"It's... No.\u0026nbsp; It's your house.\u0026nbsp; Go ahead.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThomas sat close to Greg and set his beer on the floor.\u0026nbsp; \"Does it bother you?\u0026nbsp; These feelings?\"\u0026nbsp; He asked.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nGreg shook his head.\u0026nbsp; \"No.\u0026nbsp; I'm just confused.\u0026nbsp; I still like women but lately, I've been turned on more and more by guys.\u0026nbsp; It's been nearly half a year since I first started wondering about it and the feelings just get stronger.\u0026nbsp; Is that how it worked for you?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThomas crossed his legs at his ankles and leaned back against the couch.\u0026nbsp; \"Oh, no.\u0026nbsp; I've always known I liked boys.\u0026nbsp; You, you're just bi and it took you a bit of time to realize it.\u0026nbsp; So, why did you come here, Greg?\u0026nbsp; Do you want to talk about it?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I don't...\u0026nbsp; I...\"\u0026nbsp; Greg's heart beat hard against his chest.\u0026nbsp; He swallowed several times to try and wet his throat.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThomas leaned forward and held out his hand.\u0026nbsp; \"Let me have your hand.\"\u0026nbsp; Greg reached out hesitantly to Thomas.\u0026nbsp; Thomas' hand felt cool but firm against Greg's own hand.\u0026nbsp; \"Now look at me.\u0026nbsp; One of the worse things our society does is to repress our emotions.\u0026nbsp; Our desires.\"\u0026nbsp; Thomas slowly leaned closer to Greg.\u0026nbsp; Greg felt hypnotized by the words and Thomas' blue eyes.\u0026nbsp; \"We tell ourselves, no, this isn't right.\u0026nbsp; It shouldn't be this way.\u0026nbsp; Don't do that, do this.\u0026nbsp; This isn't moral, that is.\u0026nbsp; Listen to them, not to yourself.\"\u0026nbsp; He leaned closer still.\u0026nbsp; \"And what does that do?\u0026nbsp; We bottle up our true feelings until something breaks.\u0026nbsp; And then?\"\u0026nbsp; Thomas' lips were an inch away from Greg's own lips.\u0026nbsp; Amazingly, Greg could feel his heart beat slowing as he stared at this beautiful young man.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Something breaks.\"\u0026nbsp; Thomas whispered.\u0026nbsp; He leaned in and lightly kissed Greg on the lips.\u0026nbsp; Greg's eyes widened and he pulled back.\u0026nbsp; Thomas watched him, eyes a little sad.\u0026nbsp; \"Are you broken, Greg?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nGreg's thoughts raced.\u0026nbsp; _I just kissed another man._\u0026nbsp; He told himself.\u0026nbsp; _I just kissed another man.\u0026nbsp; I just..._\u0026nbsp; He swallowed again.\u0026nbsp; \"I...\"\u0026nbsp; The itch from his arm felt like it was spreading to his back.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Can I kiss you?\"\u0026nbsp; Greg asked.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Do you want to kiss me, Greg?\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Yes.\u0026nbsp; Yes.\u0026nbsp; I do.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Then kiss me, Greg.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nGreg set his beer on the floor and leaned over to pull Thomas closer to him.\u0026nbsp; He cradled the young man's head in his large hand and pulled his mouth to his own.\u0026nbsp; A small voice was screaming at him in the back of his head but he ignored it.\u0026nbsp; He kissed Thomas, lightly at first and then harder.\u0026nbsp; When he opened his mouth, Thomas opened his own.\u0026nbsp; Their tongues touched and then writhed together.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n_Warm.\u0026nbsp;_ Greg thought.\u0026nbsp; _Just like a woman.\u0026nbsp; No.\u0026nbsp; Just like a person._\u0026nbsp; Thomas' hand reached for Greg's thigh, gripping him while they kissed.\u0026nbsp; Greg growled deep in his throat.\u0026nbsp; He brought his hands around to lift the other man up into his lap but Thomas shifted himself to help.\u0026nbsp; They broke their kiss apart briefly but Greg pulled him back in.\u0026nbsp; His cock pressed hard against his pants while the other man sat on his thighs.\u0026nbsp; Greg's hands gripped Thomas' back, pulling and gripping over and over.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThey broke apart breathlessly.\u0026nbsp; Thomas wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.\u0026nbsp; \"You okay?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nGreg nodded, wordlessly.\u0026nbsp; His lips jumped near his nose.\u0026nbsp; He wanted to rub his whole back over the couch.\u0026nbsp; His skin felt strange but he couldn't ignore what was happening right now.\u0026nbsp; Greg put his hands under Thomas' shirt and then stopped to look at him.\u0026nbsp; Thomas nodded slightly and Greg pulled the other man's shirt above his head.\u0026nbsp; The younger man had a strong but thin body and was completely hairless.\u0026nbsp; Greg's hands slowly explored the other man's chest.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Do you like what you see, Greg?\"\u0026nbsp; Thomas asked.\u0026nbsp; The man placed his hand on Greg's erection and leaned forward next to Greg's ear.\u0026nbsp; \"He likes what he sees.\"\u0026nbsp; Thomas whispered.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nGreg shuddered and put his mouth on Thomas' nipple, flicking it with his tongue over and over.\u0026nbsp; Thomas writhed in his lap, moaning softly.\u0026nbsp; Greg's fingers undid the button of Thomas pants and, this time, he didn't ask if it was okay first.\u0026nbsp; Thomas sat back on the couch and together they pulled his pants off.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThomas' body was completely hairless, even his crotch.\u0026nbsp; His erection was a modest six inches and it throbbed in the air.\u0026nbsp; Greg watched it move.\u0026nbsp; Thomas took Greg's hand, pulling it to his dick.\u0026nbsp; \"It's okay, Greg.\u0026nbsp; It's okay.\"\u0026nbsp; Greg touched Thomas' dick carefully.\u0026nbsp; He was circumcised like Greg was but slightly smaller and a little more thin.\u0026nbsp; He tugged gently on the shaft and Thomas moaned.\u0026nbsp; \"Mmmm, yes, like that.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nGreg's nose twitched.\u0026nbsp; There was a strong smell in their air.\u0026nbsp; He knew the smell of cum from his own dick but this wasn't it.\u0026nbsp; There was... something else.\u0026nbsp; His mouth burned.\u0026nbsp; He wanted to bite something.\u0026nbsp; He leaned forward and rubbed the dick against his rough cheek.\u0026nbsp; Thomas' balls hung slightly loose and he buried his nose in the soft flesh of them.\u0026nbsp; Thomas put his hands in Greg's hair.\u0026nbsp; Slowly, Greg licked the flesh around the balls.\u0026nbsp; Experimentally.\u0026nbsp; And then again.\u0026nbsp; Tentatively, he opened his mouth and gently pulled the balls into his mouth to suck on.\u0026nbsp; Thomas shuddered above him.\u0026nbsp; \"Yesssss...\"\u0026nbsp; He said.\u0026nbsp; Greg's hand worked up and down on Thomas' dick.\u0026nbsp; A small amount of precum trailed down the tip to touch his hand.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nGreg worked his tongue gently around the balls in his mouth, feeling them shift and move.\u0026nbsp; He knew how sensitive they could be and the urge to bite was nearly overpowering so he pulled off.\u0026nbsp; The smell in the air was making him drool.\u0026nbsp; He wanted.\u0026nbsp; With no hesitation, he pulled Thomas' dick into his mouth.\u0026nbsp; When he tried to go down completely, he nearly gagged so he backed off.\u0026nbsp; Thomas let out a soft \"Oh!\" before gripping Greg's hair.\u0026nbsp; Greg slowly pulled the cock into his mouth, working his tongue around the shaft.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"No... oh god, no teeth... no... oh oh... no teeth...\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nGreg pulled his teeth back and used his lips and tongues to caress Thomas' cock.\u0026nbsp; With one hand, he pumped the shaft while he pulled his head up and down on the man's dick.\u0026nbsp; He could taste the salty pre-cum but it didn't bother him.\u0026nbsp; He wanted more.\u0026nbsp; His own erection throbbed painfully in his pants and he wanted this man to cum in his mouth.\u0026nbsp; The smells, the taste, the sex, the raw sex, he wanted it all.\u0026nbsp; He pumped the cock harder and sucked on the tip of the man's penis.\u0026nbsp; He worked his way back down and then up, licking and sucking.\u0026nbsp; Thomas cried out as he came suddenly.\u0026nbsp; Greg swallowed the salty load several times until his mouth was clear.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Fuck!\u0026nbsp; Fuckfuckfuck!\"\u0026nbsp; Thomas screamed.\u0026nbsp; \"I'm sorry!\u0026nbsp; I'm so sorry!\u0026nbsp; I didn't mean...\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nGreg pushed him back on the couch and stood, taking off his own shirt.\u0026nbsp; His fingers itched to claw the hairless flesh beneath him.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Are you... are you growling?\u0026nbsp; Are you okay?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nGreg grinned.\u0026nbsp; \"More than okay.\u0026nbsp; Undo my pants for me.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThomas leaned forward eagerly, his flaccid penis still dribbling cum.\u0026nbsp; His fingers worked deftly and soon Greg was stepping out of his own pants.\u0026nbsp; Greg's own body was covered in hair.\u0026nbsp; His chest was thick but soft with hair but he kept his cock trimmed when he could.\u0026nbsp; Thomas grabbed Greg's eight inch dick and leaned forward to suck on it.\u0026nbsp; Greg grabbed Thomas' hair and pulled him back.\u0026nbsp; \"No.\"\u0026nbsp; He growled, his lips pulled back to show his teeth.\u0026nbsp; Thoughts were hard with the smell in the air but he burned with need.\u0026nbsp; \"I want to fuck you.\u0026nbsp; Give me your ass.\"\u0026nbsp; Thomas' face flushed with excitement.\u0026nbsp; Greg could see the other man's dick trying valiantly to grow hard again.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThomas spit on his hands and rubbed Greg's dick down.\u0026nbsp; He leaned forward on the couch with his ass in the air.\u0026nbsp; From here, he **did** almost look like a woman.\u0026nbsp; His skin was very white and nearly unblemished.\u0026nbsp; Greg could almost imagine he was fucking a woman.\u0026nbsp; But, he didn't want a woman.\u0026nbsp; He wanted this man.\u0026nbsp; His dick ached for release.\u0026nbsp; Greg grabbed Thomas' ass and pulled the cheeks apart.\u0026nbsp; Thomas reached around to grab Greg's dick but Greg growled again and pushed the man forward.\u0026nbsp; His teeth yearned to bite something.\u0026nbsp; Greg kept one hand on Thomas' ass and, with his other, he guided himself to Thomas' asshole.\u0026nbsp; At the entrance, he paused.\u0026nbsp; Thomas wriggled slightly against him, moaning in anticipation.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nGreg, still growling, pushed himself in slowly, hissing his breath out as Greg's ass wrapped around his cock.\u0026nbsp; Thomas' dick sprang to life and the man bit into the fabric of the couch as he moaned.\u0026nbsp; Greg grabbed Thomas' hips and pulled himself out slowly.\u0026nbsp; The feeling was incredible.\u0026nbsp; He pushed in again but stopped before their hips touched.\u0026nbsp; His fingertips dug into Thomas' flesh, kneading him over and over as he pulled out again.\u0026nbsp; He couldn't hold himself back any longer.\u0026nbsp; He grabbed Thomas' muscular side with one hand to pull him into a slightly upright position.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nGreg leaned forward and bit Thomas, hard on the shoulder.\u0026nbsp; Thomas shrieked and tried to bury himself on Greg's cock.\u0026nbsp; Greg could taste blood in his mouth and he growled at the smell of it.\u0026nbsp; He started pounding into the other man, his mouth still locked on Thomas' shoulder.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Oh god!\u0026nbsp; Oh Jesus H. Christ! Yes!\u0026nbsp; Greg! Yes!\"\u0026nbsp; Thomas shouted.\u0026nbsp; Greg licked the blood off of Thomas' shoulder and leaned back to concentrate on fucking the other man.\u0026nbsp; Tendons strained on his arms from the effort of holding himself back.\u0026nbsp; His whole body felt like it was on fire.\u0026nbsp; He licked his lips in a circle, tasting blood and cum as he did.\u0026nbsp; His canine teeth felt sharp, sharper than they'd ever been.\u0026nbsp; He roared as he plunged, fucking the other man.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"W...wait... not so... wait!\"\u0026nbsp; Greg's hips slapped against Thomas.\u0026nbsp; \"It hurts!\u0026nbsp; Wait!\"\u0026nbsp; Black hairs stood out on Greg's arms as muscles bulged.\u0026nbsp; He could feel his fingernails cutting into the other man as he buried himself up to his balls.\u0026nbsp; He didn't notice the blood as he pulled out.\u0026nbsp; All Greg knew was fucking - fucking this man in front of him.\u0026nbsp; The hairs ran in a wave up his arms to his shoulders and then down his back, a fine carpet of black hair mingling with his body hair.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHis back cracked, forcing him to howl in pain.\u0026nbsp; He didn't stop pounding.\u0026nbsp; Muscles bulged along his biceps.\u0026nbsp; His shoulders spread apart, pulled by muscles growing along his spine.\u0026nbsp; He liked his mouth, touching his nose as his tongue grew.\u0026nbsp; His nose felt cold against his hot tongue, cold and wet.\u0026nbsp; He could see his nose pushing in front of his face, cracking his jaw as it did.\u0026nbsp; Sharp teeth grew to replace molars as they fell out.\u0026nbsp; More teeth filled the gaps as his face grew into a muzzle.\u0026nbsp; Black fur ran up his neck to cover his face.\u0026nbsp; When he licked his muzzle from the effort of fucking the little man in front of him, his lips and nose turned black.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThomas was screaming in front of him but Greg didn't notice.\u0026nbsp; Mating was Greg's only concern.\u0026nbsp; Fucking.\u0026nbsp; Scents were overpowering.\u0026nbsp; His needs left no room for thoughts.\u0026nbsp; He ran his right hand down Thomas' back and the thick black claws drew lines of blood on the white skin.\u0026nbsp; A thick tuft of fur grew out from Greg's crotch, covering the base of his cock.\u0026nbsp; The fur grew up the base of his cock to create a sheath around him.\u0026nbsp; The base of his dick bulged and then grew into a knot as the skin turned a bright red color.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThomas no longer screamed - he was grunting in effort.\u0026nbsp; Red hairs sprouted from his back as the cuts from Greg's claws healed over.\u0026nbsp; With a small 'pop' a bulge started at the base of Thomas' spine and slowly grew into a hairless tail, pressing against Greg's stomach.\u0026nbsp; Greg watched as Thomas' hands convulsed over and over.\u0026nbsp; Fingernails were pushed out as thick black claws grew from the tips of the man's fingers.\u0026nbsp; Thomas had his face half-turned in a grimace of pain or pleasure.\u0026nbsp; The man's jaw broke and then grew out into his own muzzle.\u0026nbsp; When he opened his eyes, they were a deep coppery bronze color.\u0026nbsp; Thomas slammed back against Greg.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nGreg gripped Thomas.\u0026nbsp; The other man's ass grew as new muscles set in.\u0026nbsp; Fur crept down from his back to cover his ass and then his tail.\u0026nbsp; The fur along the tail sprouted long and thick and soon the red wolf tail was curled up and back against Greg's furry stomach.\u0026nbsp; Thomas' long tongue panted from the effort of the transformation.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nGreg felt his own tail set in.\u0026nbsp; A tugging at his spine announced it but he paid it no mind as his plunged his thickening cock into Thomas.\u0026nbsp; The knot at the base of his dick dipped into the other man's ass with every push.\u0026nbsp; Greg's feet grew, placing him on his toes.\u0026nbsp; The claws of his toes dug into the carpet for purchase.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n_Almost._\u0026nbsp; A small voice said at the back of his head.\u0026nbsp; _Almostalmostalmostalmost..._\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMuscles lined Thomas' red furred body.\u0026nbsp; The young man was yipping in pain as the change finished and pushing back harder and harder as he clawed the couch to shreds.\u0026nbsp; With a final, hard push, Greg's knot rammed into Thomas' ass.\u0026nbsp; Thomas came again, thick spurts of cum shooting from his own knotted wolf cock beneath him, covering the couch.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nGreg growled in anger, grabbing Thomas' muscled furry shoulder, bearing down on him.\u0026nbsp; With a renewed effort he slammed into the man over and over until, finally, his own release brought him nearly to his knees.\u0026nbsp; He pulled his head back into a silent howl before biting down on Thomas' shoulder to feel the bones grind beneath his teeth.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe collapsed on top of the smaller man, black fur against red.\u0026nbsp; His dick throbbed, still completely hard.\u0026nbsp; Thomas pulled slightly but Greg's knot kept him in place.\u0026nbsp; Greg growled tiredly in response.\u0026nbsp; The young man twisted slightly to lick Greg's fur-tipped ears with his long tongue.\u0026nbsp; In response, Greg reached around to grab Thomas' now eleven inch knotted dick.\u0026nbsp; He pumped the dick in it's furry sheath slightly as he rubbed his head against Thomas' head.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThomas whined in anticpation.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}