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Disclaimer- This is a work of a very erotic and personal nature. Unless you are attracted to the allure of lusty lupines than I suggest you look elsewhere. (This is a work of pornography, please do not read this if it would be unlawful for you to do so.)

A Guy Can Dream

It was that lonely part of the month again. He sighed, looking out through his dorm room windows at the setting sun. I mean, he was used to it; except for the times he went to see his grandparents he never went outside on nights like these. He closed his curtains, it wasn't like anyone could see up into the fifth story windows in a hick school like this, but he always felt more comfortable this way.

Hey, at least on the bright side, this set of unique conditions made his family spring for the deluxe single dorm room, so he had his own bathroom and everything. He'd have to skulk around like some kind of ninja otherwise, or have a lot of empty bottles around . . .

He knew that he was supposed to be dating, looking for a girl to really settle down with; then they'd let her join the pack. But that's where the problem was, as much as the thought of a significant other appealed to him, he just wasn't that in to women.

Oh, he'd tried, and been raised around it. He had the playboys and the National Geographic that his father had jokingly gave him when he left, but his idle banter around his family was often empty, W_hat? Yeah, Halle Berry is totally hot. You know I'd tap that_ . . .

Now that he was alone and three states away, he had some room to experiment. He wasn't openly gay or anything, god, if his parents found out when they came to visit he'd probably get shipped out to the ancestral home with his aged elders who looked after all of their kin that were moonstruck, or addicts, or unwilling to hide.

God, he could imagine the questions dating, So yeah, I like you, but my family is kind of picky. Oh, also, I turn into a slavering beast once a month and my parents might literally rend us limb from limb if they ever found out about us . . .

But at least he'd found a way to make these lonely nights a little more tolerable. It was kind of over-paranoid to keep his things in a locked navy flare container in the back of his sock drawer, but always better safe than sorry. Also, there was always a kind of thrill in turning the key, flicking off the latches and revealing his little secret.

A matte smooth length of dark medical grade silicone, rubbery to the touch and soft to the point of being wobbly. He unwrapped the towel he kept around it and removed the small purple tube of "Miracle Slide," his embarrassingly but aptly named lubricant of choice.

He breathed in, taking in that familiar artificial scent , rolling the knot and the broad base around in his palms. He was amazed that anyone would actually make a dildo that was . . . well, exactly what he was looking for. They got the knot a little bit wrong, but he could forgive them for it. Truth be told, the plump shaft always felt amazing before the squeezable bulb ever reached him. The day it had come in the mail he'd been ecstatic.

Plunking down the wiggly rubber rod on the counter, he started running the tap so it'd heat up and then went to get a clean towel from the closet. He'd figured this trick out after his first time, spreading a towel over your bed made it so that you wouldn't need to wash your sheets quite so often . . .

Coming back to the steaming sink, he ran the toy under the hot water, rubbing liquid soap against it as it slickened up. As he scrubbed, it slowly returned to it's pliant rubbery texture as he rinsed off all the suds and held it under the tap for a few more moments just to be sure.

Setting the moist black ode to wolfish cock on the towel, he looked up at the clock, just a few minutes left. He didn't want to miss it. He'd been late a few times before and it wasn't nearly as satisfying. Peeling off his clothes, he carelessly tossed them into his hamper, taking a hand towel from the rack as he looked at his body in the mirror.

Pretty skinny, but he had some tone there. Heck, if it came right down to it, he'd do him. With a sigh he turned and crawled up onto the bed, flipping over and feeling the soft cotton against his skin as he grabbed the dildo with an anticipatory squeeze.

Ohhh, the hair on the back of his neck tingled. It was time. He flipped off the cap of the lube and squeezed out a long thick glistening trail along the silicone length, one hand carefully holding the base as the other slathered the thick clear gel all over, feeling the whole toy get smooth and slippery against his well slathered palm.

He gritted his teeth and grabbed his already half hard cock with his lubed up hand, sliding up and down with wet lewd noises. Thank god the walls were thick. His ears began to twitch, tugging up as his hair darkened to a jet black. The perky points folded back as he kept stroking himself, other hand moving the glistening dark wolf cock carefully under his leg until the cool point rested gently against his tight asshole.

The changes always made him want to run around and howl at the moon, but he'd found the perfect focus for all of his lupine energy. Nails darkening, his toes clenched and bulged into black canine paws that were broader than an average animal's. His feet crackled and lengthened into a part of his jet pelted animal legs straining against his small twin bed.

He pushed in, a small groan escaping his lips as the pressure built up, and then gave way as the cool length slid into him, pressing up all the way to the knot that bumped against his tense ring of muscle, smearing it with cool lubricant. Tongue lolling to the side, his jaws slowly pressed out, teeth sharpening into fierce lupine jaws surrounding his long panting pink tongue. He licked up at his moistening nose, beginning to sniff and smell his dusky male wolfish scent as he slid the wriggling length back and forth inside of him, ass clenching in short tight squeezes against the yielding dildo while black whiskers sprouted around his now canine muzzle.

His chest bulked up, swelling with muscle as his hide loosened under a dense coat of black. He kept rhythmically stroking his hot member as he felt his new sets of nipples grow in along his belly. Those extra nubs of flesh were so hot as they were engulfed by a wave of silky black that teased against them, sliding down his torso and ruffling up his busy arms.

The thickening skin of his forearms began to jostle slightly with his steady pumping. It was so nice to have such tough lax skin, like peeling off a set of tight clothes you didn't know you were wearing. His fingertips clenched around his member enticingly as they blossomed out into soft black pads, slickened by the now slightly frothy lubricant. The brush of his forming blunt claws against his sensitive skin was one of his favorite parts of the change.

A jolt of pain reminded him to arch his back and let his tail start to crack out between his legs, soon covered in feathered fluffy layers as he began to wag, which only made his ass clench in rhythmic twinges around the now warm silicone that he forced up against himself, spreading his clenched orifice wider and wider before being shoved back out as he panted and began to push in again and again, a little further every time.

His clenching thighs strained as the wave of comforting warm blackness tickled along them. His foot-pads wriggled against the edge of the towel as his legs clicked into their proper pleasant animal alignment. The rubbery base of the dildo pulled at the fluffy fur around the bottom of his tail as the silicone knot pressed into him, stretching the pink ring of muscle wide around it before it slid back; now so very close.

Scrotum jostling, a soft whine escaped his lips as his balls churned and pulsed, growing larger; plump and taut inside of his tight black velveteen animal pouch. His member then quivered as a thick roll of furred flesh slowly formed around the base, tugging with the heft of his tight balls. This is what he'd been waiting for: the pink skin of his member slickend down into a marbled red as the sensation of his rubbing with suede paws became overwhelming and the scent of male wolfy musk in the room gained a passionate fiery edge.

He teased over his cock's tip as it slimmed down into a beautiful lupine point, stroking his fingers slowly down as he opened his ass wider around the toy before pulling back one last time, anus quivering in anticipation. He pushed up with his legs as he pressed the rubber bulge against himself tighter and tighter, straining his animal flesh taut around it as, with that final lurch, it slammed into him, clamped down on by his iron muscles as his tail flickered around erratically and his ass clenched in a long hard squeeze while a red and swollen knot of flesh pushed up out of his distended sheath and his member leaked out clear drips of pre onto his furry chest.

His hips were thrusting of their own accord, knowing what had to come next as his broad hot paw slid down, and clamped hard against his throbbing canine knot. He held in his howl, biting his lip as his balls clenched and writhed and his anus began to knead down on the soft rubber again and again with an undeniable insistence.

Jerking once, his member pulsed and twitched, a rising nova of warmth welling up inside of him before rope after jolting rope of hot wolf seed arced through the air, splattering against his chest and the underside of his panting muzzle. Every clench from his ass pressed the rubber knot tighter and tighter against his prostate, eliciting more tail wagging body-wide contractions as he imagined a strong musky dominant alpha tenderly pounding his virgin ass over and over as his moaned needfully under him.

With a sigh, he laid back in the afterglow, tail thumping against the bed as his tongue licked up the errant splash of seed that had made it to his lips. Eygh. He always hoped that it would taste better than it really did.

He got up slowly, ass still clamped around the tight warmness of the knot lodged inside of him while he ran a sloppy hand through the sticky mess on his chest. This called for a shower, and then his usual full moon strategy of video games and beef jerky. He flicked on his electric kettle as he entered the bathroom, he'd clean up everything later, but for now his tail wagged as he imagined himself under the warm jets, scrubbing his fur clean with the help of his perfect phantom lover, still tied passionately to his exhausted behind as they shared a sloppy lupine kiss.

A guy can dream.