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A Friend in the Night

Last night I went to bed with a fit of loneliness I had never felt before.

The space beside me ached to have a body next to me. You know, like I've had tons of guys and girls beside me, but leaving was always the worst part. No one could make it over to visit regularly, or wanted more than a one-night stand. I didn't mind you know, because many didn't light my fire like I wanted.

But I was getting lonely just sleeping around. I was an adult with no friends outside of work, and they didn't stay long. Definitely not long enough to have a beer, and maybe bend over for me. I guess I give others that feeling, and my work friends didn't want to get caught up in that. Not sure if I blame 'em or not.

It was late. I spend my days running around town for my company, delivering packages to one place or another. Kinda fitting I guess.

I was in my chair, working on my cock with lotion and spit, and it was a good session so far. I was watching somethin I had found earlier in the week; some hot bisexual porn. I stood up for the hot part: The top had both a man and woman bent over and he was givin 'em both some deep lovin. My arm sped up, teasin my cock with slick strokes and I was reachin my limit. I spat into my palm and went back to it, easily strokin the whole of my shaft from base to crown.

“Agh! Fuck, yeaaah…" I gasped, my buddy throbbin hard and beggin for more but I sat down, and that's when I heard something outside my window. I jumped a bit and looked, but I didn't get up, hunching over to conceal my dick. My heart raced as I immediately realized someone was watchin me jack off, and I was mildy interested. I leaned back in my chair and adjusted so the real deal was in view from my window and went back at it, stroking my dick with purpose, slowly getting hot as I thought about what they were watchin. I pressed back against the seat and planted my feet to let my dick stand tall and proud, and I thought I heard a gasp, or breathin of some kind.

That was hot. They thought I was a good show, and I started to stroke my cock with help from my hips, thrustin into my hand as my dick drooled and throbbed.

“Heh heh heh.." the voice continued, and I went for it. I stood up, slung pre from my hand and faced the window, stroking for my audience as I felt my edge approach. Filled with fire I pumped my shaft hard, grittin my teeth as I went for the home stretch! Over and over I fisted my boner, huffin hot breaths as I couldn't hold back and I shot a huge load, full of musky pearls and ropes that I shot all over my carpet.

“Aaah aaaahh, aaaah… Hope ya liked that." I said aloud with a wink, flexing my muscles and thrusting lewdly at my window, slingin more of my load from my spent cock.

“Rrrrrrr…" I heard, then shortly after I heard them take off with heavy footsteps. Whoever it was got their jollies right alongside me.

*** *** ***

The next morning went as scheduled. The three S as usual, then I got dressed for work but the whole time I was thinkin about last night; my visitor who watched me through my window.

Locking my door as I prepared to leave, I decided to check out the window from the outside. Even from my steps I could see something out place.

Getting closer to the window, I saw what looked like dried milk or something. It started at the siding and ran down in great volume to the grass about a yard, save more jets that started close to the initial mass. Some of it was still wet.

“What the…" I started, then looked at the bordering frame.

“Oh jeez!" I shouted, seeing what looked like claw marks. They started close to the top of the window then gouged downwards. It seemed like whoever was out here last night was..incredibly tall. Looking through the grass more I almost immediately found the direction they'd taken off to, because I could see their footprints. Or..pawprints. They were huge, four-toed paws that lead off step by step, like a human's.

“Oh shit…" I said, my throat and jeans tightening at the same time.

I shook my head and focused on getting to work on time.

*** *** ***

It was lunch time.

I was sitting alone, since I got to the table first. I also bring my own lunch so I don't wait for the Roach Coach to show up.

I was halfway through a sandwich when a coworker sat next to me. A pretty empathetic guy named Robert.

“Hey Chuck" he greeted, pulling his chair up before he smelled his pair of “chili dogs"; something that looked like it was made last night. Robert seemed interested though. He unsheathed his plastic fork and dug in.

“Hey Rob, have you heard about any peeping Tom cases in town?" I asked. Robert swallowed his bite and shook his head.

“Nah, why? He asked. I thought for a second, trying to find the right way to word my response.

“I think.. I think someone was watching me through my window last night." I said, and Robert looked at me.

“For real? Like, while you were getting laid and you saw someone through the window? That sounds pretty wild man.. Are you okay?" he asked in earnest. Like I said, he's empathetic.

“I saw someone, yeah. But they were gone when I went to look." I said. That was a lie of course, but I didn't want to say I INDULGED my audience.

“That's weird man, but I haven't heard anything about that." He said, and I ate more of my lunch. Even talkin about it gave me a chub.

“I DID hear about some wild animal loose in the neighborhood though. HUGE paw prints." Robert said after another bite. My heart raced as I heard him saw that. I remembered I DID see some big-ass paw prints, along with..claw marks I guessed. There were claw marks around my window paneling.

As I sat there thinking about it, I couldn't help but think that..this animal or whatever it was, was watching me jack off..and apparently was doin it right alongside me. I didn't know how to process that, but the strain in my pants told me I wanted it. I've spent my life taking care of my desires wherever they arose.

I stood up; lunch was over. Robert finished the last of his chili dogs and threw his trash away.

“Be careful man.." Robert said.

*** *** ***

Back at home after work, after I got showered and shaved. I had my dinner in the oven, a whole lasagna to myself. That would last me a couple of days, if I didn't eat it all at once.

After dinner I went to my room, and after a few seconds of thought I opened my window, but left my blinds down. The warm night air of June flowed in, along with the smells of the outside.

The whole time I was nervous. I didn't know what to expect, but this was the closest I've come to a relationship in almost a decade. I decided right then, that I wanted..whoever it was, to join me. First, though, I needed to know just exactly WHAT it was, but there was something..familiar, or similar. Maybe they were just as lonely as I was.

*** *** ***

It was later, about eleven p.m. I wasn't payin attention to the clock because I was at it again, wearin my right arm out, driving myself crazy. It was work as usual, until I felt I wasn't alone again. I nodded, even smiled.

“Glad you could make it." I said, and turned to face the window in my chair, my knees spread. I spit into my palm and continued, grabbing my big balls with my other hand.

“You like that? Wish you were in here with me huh?" I asked.

Through the blinds I could see one piece lifted, and what looked like a big dog's snout was visible, along with a pair of glittering, amber eyes. When I realized what I thought I was looking at, I almost shut the operation down.

“Just a fuckin dog, god dammit." I said, as I walked toward the window, my hard dick bobbing. I grabbed the window and pulled it down, but at the last second I saw a hand under it. The window slammed down and the sound I heard was startling; I swear I died right then. The hand was sort of grey with similar colored hair on it, with some mean looking claws on it's fingers. I immediately backed up.

“JESUS, FUCK!" I shouted in surprise, and the hand immediately withdrew, leaving gashes in the window sill, followed with the sounds of hurried footsteps that carried..whimpers along with them.

“Oh fuck, oh my god.." I panted. It wasn't an animal, thankfully, but it was definitely something else, something that liked to watch others in intimate settings.

Despite my shock I was disappointed in myself for blowing the chance to have some..much needed company.

I went back to the window and opened it, taking a knee to hide myself.

“Gosh, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" I shouted, feeling totally low. Like I slammed someone's hand in a door.

“I didn't mean it! I didn't mean it!" I shouted, sadly looking out the window for a while after my visitor had left.

*** *** ***

It was the end of the next week and I hadn't seen a sign from my visitor. Starting Wednesday I also went on hikes after work. I remembered that I saw it head off a bit southward from my house so I first started looking for signs of him. They did leave tracks, and its been nice enough outside all week so they didn't degrade. Laced up with mild outdoorsy gear I followed them just until they disappeared into the deeper forest.

I'd read stuff about how well a dog or wolf can smell so I knew, if he was close enough, he'd smell me and come back. I felt so…foolish the whole time, since I was at least half sure this thing wasn't human.

“If it really is just a dog after all I'll cut it off, but what the hell else COULD it be?!" I asked aloud, and, after I made up my mind to at least see what was up, I started into the woods, rubbing the bark of trees I could touch as I passed. I spiced that up a bit, with one hand I rubbed around my other armpit, and the other I groped my nutsac with. The combination of smells I hoped would add enough nuance to my scent to get its attention.

I walked on for a little ways, noticing how dark the woods were and appreciated the dense canopy up above. It was getting on in the evening, where the sun was about to clock out for the day and cast an amber glow against the trees that caught the waving rays. The woods didn't look inherently threatening, but it wasn't my territory so, with quick footwork, I marked a few more trees and headed home. On the way I actually felt small and weak there, something my stocky frame didn't usually allow for me, on top of having a pretty strong sexual appetite.

I made it back to my front door and looked around: no one was out staring at me. Quarantine, go figure.

With a small sigh I got to work on my dinner. It wouldn't be long before I had to get to bed.

*** *** ***

By eleven that night I was getting it on with myself as usual, but… It wasn't doing it for me like it did. I kept looking at the window, hoping for the signs that my visitor had come back.

With a hefty sigh I found my wet wipes and cleaned my hand and my cock, and I closed my browser. The wind was gently blowing outside, and it felt pretty good.

I climbed into bed and fell asleep pretty quickly, everything as I needed it, or as close as I could get it.

***

*sniff sniff*

I woke up to a sound outside my window, and I froze. It sounded like sniffing. I was wide awake instantly, but I stayed still and lied there.

*sniff sniff sniff*

I rolled over and looked at my window, the blinds blazing with moonlight and I saw it: two peaked ears atop the silhouette of a huge head. It didn't move much but it was focused on my window.

My heart was racing and my throat was dry and tight, but I managed to call out “Hey". It stopped.

“S-sorry ab-about your ha-hands... It was an acc-accident" I sputtered, not knowing what in the hell I was doing, much less why. But I put my feet on the floor and stood up, slowly approaching my window, and knelt just before it. I could still see it through the blinds and the bright moon in the distance. What I saw didn't really make sense to me: whatever I was looking at was around eight feet tall, and standing on hairy, muscular legs. It had amber eyes that faintly glowed, and that lead me to view its big shoulders and arms, with my eyes finally settling on clawed hands. I couldn't believe what I saw, but as I looked at this curious beast, I realized that I was looking at an honest to god werewolf. The full moon gave me context to use, and it made sense. It looked at me, probably just as… freaked out as I was, but it was peaceful. It could tear me apart without noticing and I'm glad it hadn't so far.

I don't know how long I stood there with my visitor, but I finally took a brave step forward.

“Do you want to come inside? I can… open the door, and we can have a proper introduction." I said, calm enough not to stutter or stammer through my words. Taking another moment to make sure I wasn't dreaming or hallucinating I knelt, pulling the blinds up slowly. In full view it didn't vanish or change, and the wind was cool enough to give me goosebumps. The werewolf whined a little in response.

Yeah, it was real as it was going to get.

“Let me go open the door for you. If you get cold feet or you're nervous you can leave and we'll go on as we have" I said, standing up again to grab my pair for my guest. It panted, and I could tell it was mildly interested to say the least.

I made my way down the hall to my front door, unlocked it, and opened it, looking out the door to see my visitor. It was hunched just under my window, like a huge hedge. I cleared my throat and it looked my way, and I backed in, trying not to run for fear of what I might have just gotten myself into. I sat on my bed and waited, my heart racing as I heard and felt its heavy footfalls. I started to tremble, and, when the footsteps stopped just outside my door, I was seismic but I cleared my throat, sensing that even now, my new friend was nervous.

“You gotta know I'm scared too… Come on, we're only feet apart now. Come on…" I said aloud, feeling a little dumb for talking to the predator in my hallway like its a dog.

I guess it had to psych itself up first, but it rounded the corner and entered my room with two solid steps on it's arms.

“OOOOH my god…" I said, looking at the huge monster now halfway within my one safe space. But I was still breathing.

I didn't know how to greet it so I slowly extended my hand and closed my eyes. I felt the beast drift deeper into my room like fog, and I felt the force of its sniffs against my palm. The sniffing stopped and I lowered my hand, only to find its nose right in front of my face, almost nose to nose with me. Its eyes were level with mine, and I could almost feel its great heart beat.

“I'm Chuck." I said, feeling a bit more calm. The werewolf dragged its snout against my cheek.

“Erijah." It said, with a gravelly voice, like it had been a while since it'd said anything at all.

“Elijah? That's your name?" I asked, and it lapped up my face with its huge tongue, its breath smelling like carcasses and the outdoors. I placed my hands either side its head gently and looked Elijah in the eyes.

“Well, Elijah, what do you want to do?" I knew he was here for my show, but he totally captivated me. He was a mix of power and delicacy if I've ever seen it: my floor bore his weight but he moved so silently. I felt him move past me and onto my bed. It groaned as he mounted it, and settled beside me on my unoccupied bed space. I opened my eyes and looked at him, spread out and comfy, his knees spread like I was HIS visitor.

I eyed his form through the bright moonlight, looking his powerful body over and I saw his junk. His balls were fairly large and hairy, with a flaccid, furry, and floppy tube for a cock.

“Chill out…" he said, simply and gruffly.

“Okay Elijah, we can do that" I said, and nestled against him.

He was warm, and his heartbeat was steady. Even when I got closer to him he seemed to be totally relaxed, save his tail that gently slapped my bed with its end with the cutest wags. He was comfortable here with me.

“How long have you been on your own?" I asked him. He sort of… shrugged.

“A while…" he returned, with his raspy voice. I thought for a moment, how he had to endure the wind and rain, the heat and cold, with no one to talk to.

"Well Elijah, you're totally safe here. It's warm and dry." I told him, and he responded with more of those cute half-wags of his. He settled next to me and sighed, and I lied next to him, content and calm.

***

I woke up a bit later to Elijah's coughing. It sounded laborious, like something was stuck in his throat. I could hear it shift though, like he was working hard to clear his throat, until he spoke again.

"I'm... I'm sorry..." he said, heaving, and I sat up.

"You're okay Elijah, do you need something to drink?" I asked, concerned. His breathing slowed a bit and he shook his head.

"Nah..." he responded, just as simply as he did, but he, his voice sounded...clearer than I remembered. I didn't think much more of it though, and Elijah stretched gently, shaking as his body was tense.

He released his stretch and he looked at me, and he had such a relaxed visage that I found myself smiling.

"You're amazing, Elijah..." I said to him and the corners of his mouth turned into points. His eyebrows lifted, and he...smiled a little, like I had said much more to him.

"Heh..." he chuckled. Even with him actively being calm and easy around me my heart was racing.

"How long have you been watching me, Elijah?" I asked him, and while he kept his smile his ears shifted a little. It was like a dog using sign language with his face: he was a little embarrassed. His nose crept toward my cheek.

"Since I smelled you." he said, warmly, with some seduction peppered in. I was immediately intrigued.

"What do I smell like, Elijah?" I asked him, and he rolled atop me, pillared on his muscular, hairy arms. His hairy inner thighs were scattered all over my shins, and the mass of them fought to steal my attention. His nose was right to mine, and his eyes looked into my soul without an ounce of effort.

"Loneliness..." he said, keeping his eyes on me.

"Balls too..." he said, almost as an afterthought.

At that point I started to laugh, and Elijah smiled back.

"Do I stink, though?" I asked him, and he lowered himself to blanket me with the warmth of his fur.

"Smells good."he said softly, but just as simply.

After staring into each other's eyes, I placed my hands on either side of his face, and pressed my lips to his. He jerked and tensed up for a split second before he relaxed, and his tongue slithered from his mouth to mine after our lips met, softly as he kissed me right back.

I could almost taste his last meal... whatever that was. But he was definitely into it, shifting his weight to his haunches while his big tongue withdrew, then licked my face.

"Heh..." he grunted, as a gust of his gnarly (...snarly?) breath dusted my nose.

"Uggh..." I said, chuckling as he...smirked. His facial features were a bit estranged from regular expression, but I could tell if I didn't overthink it. Then he started to sniff me down, starting with my head. His sniffs were more like soft air blasts as he learned my scent. He went from my head to my chest and armpits, briefly down my torso, and pausing at my crotch. He sniffed a bit slowly, as it it were a complex read.

"Yep, balls." he said, before giving them a much stronger sniff, almost burying his snout into my nuts.

"H-hey, mister!" I chuckled, sitting up a bit, and he lowered his intensity, but continued on like it was an interesting read.

"Easy on the boys, Elijah." I said, with the faintest trace of worry.

His head shook a bit after, and in an electric moment that seemed eternal...

He gave my fat sac a brief lap. It was soft but pronounced, like he would have done it with his hand and he left a sticky patch that delivered a chilling jolt from the cool air right up my balls. It actually went right through my body and gave me the shivers!

"Oooh, wow!" I said, my body spasming as Elijah settled atop me again, resting his big head next to mine, his coarse but thick coat better than my own blanket.

I was enthralled.

***

6:06 am

I woke up with a shudder: I was alone. Elijah was gone.

My window was closed, with the blinds open.

I looked around the muted space and saw there were indeed tracks in my carpet that told me I wasn't crazy.

Elijah had left, but he was here.

*** ***

12:16 pm

Any time after five hours on the clock I get to take lunch, so I was eager to get by myself and fantasize. I was high on last night's events, trying to focus on the parts that sizzled, and I also longed for the mushy parts.

I sat there in the cafeteria and ate my leftover lasagna, wondering if I would ever see him again. I was also worried about him, wondering where he'd went, kicking myself for not offering to let him stay the night at least.

"Next time though" I thought to myself.

"Next time I'll offer him a cozy place to crash."

*** ***

Later that evening, 8:18 pm

I was anxious and distracted all day. I wanted nothing more than to be home, with my feet up. I wanted a good meal, some deep-tissue TLC, and I wanted a friend with me to share it with.

Naturally I thought of Elijah and his roadkill breath, and his silent but powerful body.

On the way home I worked on churning up a good calling-card; a mix of my body odor and sweat, so Elijah would get the message. Sitting in my living room chair I waited for my dinner, my boots untied and resting on my ottoman.

"Oh, Elijah... Don't make me wait..." I sang to myself. I had a pretty large casserole in the oven, and the smell was starting to make my stomach growl.

By nine my dinner was ready, and I had scooped a pretty big chunk onto my plate when I heard sniffs and scratching about my front door.

My heart jumped when I realized my beastly friend was here, and right on time.

In a hurry I set my plate down and when

I opened the door I just...stood there, as I didn't see anything. I didn't see anyONE. There was nothing out there, and a small breeze swept through the trees across the street.

I started to feel like a prank was played on me, until I saw two sparks in the treeline that emerged like a mated pair of fireflies. They crept forth until I could make him out: he was like a cloud of dark fog or a ghost, silent as he passed over the ground effortlessly. He got closer and I saw his tail half-wagging with every step.

"Hey stranger..." I greeted him, and he smirked, picking up the pace as his entrance came to an end. He strutted past me like a gorilla into my living room, and I finally got a look at him in adequate light.

His musculature was way more defined and his hair was a dark brown.

He paced around the room as he looked at everything, sniffing and checking things out.

He was definitely naked too.

His hairy ass was shapely, with his boys dangling low and proud. And what a sight it was...

His powerful but curious form turned to look at me, and I finally saw his handsome mug, his bushy eyebrows enhancing his intelligent face.

His snout was wider than I remembered and his nose was large, with his big fangs visible.

"Hey Chuck." he said, and I smiled at him before I took a knee. At this point he was looking down at me a bit, and I could feel his nose taking me in.

"Hello, Elijah, I'm glad you came back tonight." I said to him, and he sat on his haunches before he gave me a a good lick straight up my face.

"Me too." he said, and I turned to show him my plate of turkey pot-pie.

"I hope you're hungry, because there's plenty." I said, watching his eyes. I bet he'd been smelling it, since I definitely could. I saw his nostrils flare as he took deep sniffs, and his throat moved like an elevator heading down.

"Yeah..." he said, and I appreciated how simple his responses were. He had no trouble communicating his ideas, even with as few words as he's said to me.

"Less is more, Elijah." I said, moving to my dinner table and pulling out the chair for my friend. He responded by just leaning his lead low to lap at the tasty pile of meat, sauce, veggies, and buttery crust that he probably hadn't been able to enjoy for a long time. I was surprised too, like, I thought he would destroy the plate in a fit of hunger, but...

He was definitely drooling, and a little hasty once he actually got the taste on his tongue, but he kept his composure. His eyes even rolled as he savored the pallet, content to eat with just his tongue, nevermind how jets of steam piped free of the shrinking pile as he lapped it up.

Eventually he finished, even licking his plate clean, and he belched almost right after.

"S'cuse me.." he said, appearing revived.

This guy...

I chuckled and waved toward the oven.

"That'll last us both all night. Eat your fill."

***

I had eaten my plate by the time Elijah wanted a second helping so I happily obliged him.

We watched tv in the living room, with my hairy friend beside my chair, on his elbows like this was a sleepover.

I hoped for it to be, and I played the idea out in my head before I said anything, working up the courage to extend a trembling hand...and I reached out to rub my friend's shoulder. He swiftly turned his head to look me in the eye, and I gulped.

"Elijah, do you want to stay the night somewhere safe?" I asked him, and his intelligent face lit up with joy. His tail slapped the floor as the corners of his mouth turned up into heart melting smile.

"Yeah, sounds good." he said.

***

9:55 pm

I had put the dishes away and sighed audibly. Having Elijah around was everything I wanted. His simple outlook was refreshing, and despite his simplicity, he was engaging and surprisingly deep.

The night wound on and my habits enlisted me to get cleaned up.

"Elijah, do you want a shower?" I asked him, and he chuckled.

"I'm pretty smelly, yeah." he said, and his choice of words made me giggle.

"Haha, alright my friend, follow me." I said as I made my way down the hallway, and since I knew he was behind me in the hall I could make out his pressure. He was like a big grey rain cloud, and I made sure to learn the relation between this energy and the idea of Elijah.

I was enchanted by him. Everything about him looked delicious to my lonely soul.

Even his name...

I reached the bathroom and flipped the switch, glancing around to make sure it was presentable and walked in. Elijah was right behind me, sitting on the floor to let me work.

I turned the hot water up to max and wet my palm to test the temperature.

It wouldn't take long so I faced my hairy friend.

"Well buddy it's warming up, and it'll be all yours. But..." I started, winking at him, and bending low to get nose to nose.

"You've already seen me naked, so why not shower together?" I asked him, smirking like I told a dirty joke. Elijah's eyes shifted as he looked at the noisy corridor behind me.

"It'll be a great way to bond..." I said, and the placid werewolf stepped past me on his hind legs, using his big arms to steady himself as he stuffed his hairy body under the showerhead.

"Come on." he said, and I was all thumbs with excitement, getting caught in my shirt and tripping over my jeans before I was naked. I scrambled into the shower and slid the door shut, and the water was by now hot enough to scrub him. I grabbed my bar of soap, and smiled.

"Let's get you cleaned up." I said, guiding the hot water into the dryer parts of his fur from his head to his chest.

He seemed to relax a bit once he was all wet, and I took the soap and started at his thick, hairy neck. I worked the soap into his heavy mane until a lather formed, and took one of his burly arms to soap him up from the shoulder down.

I took notice of his musculature here; noting his strange array of veins, how big his muscles were, and as I ended at his big mitt of a paw, I saw his claws. They weren't so big, but I could easily tell they were weapons. I rubbed his extended arm softly, and he sighed in comfort.

"Trust me my friend, I'm gonna take good care of you." I told him. His face softened and he switched arms for me, and his right arm was done in a snap.

After that was his huge chest and torso. He had rock solid and defined pectorals and ab muscles, and a cute little navel that I carefully scrubbed. Elijah seemed to like that especially and I thought about it: belly rubs.

"You're ticklish..." I said with a smirk, and I cleaned a bit lower before I realized where I was headed. I glanced down at his plump cock and dangling nuts.

"Do I have permission to clean your boys, Elijah?" I asked him, and almost like he was glad I asked, he stood up. The shower head was just above his right shoulder, and I grinned as I took his shaft in my hand. Elijah huffed, but otherwise didn't move so I kept going, softly handling his hairy dick and bush. I worked a bit of soapy lather into the fuzz of his crotch, shifting to hold his dick out before I soaped up his... growing member. It pulsed a bit, definitely gaining length and girth as it was already close to eight inches, and maybe five or six inches around.

"Should I slow down?" I asked Elijah, and his lowered eyelids seemed to beg for me to keep going.

"Alright then." I said, softly soaping up his semi-erect cock and stroking it from base to tip. He sighed again, his cock throbbing in the signs of a full-on boner, proudly standing out around twelve or thirteen inches, and six inches thick.

"Wow..." I praised him, and one of his hands fell on my shoulder.

"Yeah..." he responded, and I softly gathered his big balls in one hand. I visibly saw his knees buckle.

"I'll be gentle." I said softly, knowing it'd probably been AGES since he'd had some hands-off attention.

"Chuck..." he gasped, the hand on my shoulder unsteady, making me worry about his tough-looking claws. My hands were so gentle with his pair: I didn't use the bar of soap but I applied suds directly to them, softly kneading his sac about. He was at full mast by then, bobbing in the steam and sprays of water, and his cock was speared straight out beside my head. I could feel how hot it was, and I was..kind of intimidated by it.

"That's a big fella..." I praised my friend, and began to work water and soap into his jungle of a taint. His big balls swung from my hands disturbing their dangle, the werewolf jumping and tensing up as my fingers softly cleaned his exclusive and private areas.

"Haha..." Elijah chuckled, and I looked up to see him smiling down at me, his eyelids looking so heavy.

My fingers rubbed around under the base of his tail and he yelped.

"That a no-no?" I asked, totally open to his direction.

Thankfully he just grinned, his big fangs both... clearly a smile and a display of knives.

I proceeded to rub soap on his bare, soft ass hole and spread my hands to his firm ass cheeks. They felt like steel in my hands, but when he shifted to steady himself they moved like water.

I then followed that intimate encounter with both of his legs and tail, ending with each rough toe, and we switched places so I could get clean. That wouldn't take nearly as much time. I got wet pretty fast, with my large guest squatted behind me. The hot water wouldn't last much longer so I was hurrying, quickly washing and scru-

"SHIT!" I shouted as I slipped, and panic... seized me by the shoulders, and helped me back to my feet. Elijah had saved me. My heart was racing, and I turned my head to look at him.

"You... You saved my life!" I said, my eyes wet with joy as I went to hug him. He met me with open arms and captured me in a hug, picking me up easily.

"My dick is still hard, and your ass meat's been teasing me Chuck..." he said, his words tearing my brain in two between their volume, and their subject matter. I was also blown away: my dick was hard as rock and poking into his side.

Then he licked my cheek.

With my eyes locked to his, my hand reached out, and turned off the water.

***

I toweled off first. Elijah has a thick coat of werewolf fur that would soak the towel through.

I shave my head so I don't have a hairdryer, but I have plenty of towels.

I was done in no time, letting Elijah watch me while I toweled off. I was a bit showy, butt-flossing and taking longer than I needed to on my junk. Then I got the towels I had for him and started on his big head, realizing that I have no combs or the like to pamper my guest.

I rubbed his head around with strength, with Elijah chuckling as if I wasn't doing anything at all. I followed with his arms and chest like I did in the shower, followed by his torso, and back to his package.

His boner had bobbed down a little, but when I took the towel to it he jumped, his dick slowly growing back to its...fearsome dimensions. I glanced down at it, and Elijah waggled his eyebrows.

"Go ahead..." he permitted, and I took a washcloth and cradled his floppy sausage, and with the whole of it I stroked his cock dry. He rumbled as I took it slow, sighing as his boner bobbed and flexed. Elijah's eyes were lit up and his mouth was open, smiling at the attention his large boner attracted him.

With the whole of his shaft dry I took his balls in my hand again, and softly blotted his damp pair with the rag, drawing that part out. I smirked to myself: Elijah's legs tensed and his balance shifted like he might fall over.

"You okay?" I asked him slyly, and his eyes fell shut over and over, his breathing deepening at random.

"Chuck, you... You're real kind." he managed to gasp, and I nodded.

"You're the kind of friend I needed for a while. A long time, and I'm happy to extend this kindness to you Elijah. You say I smell like loneliness?"

"And balls." he added. I chuckled; Elijah slipped that part in with a straight face, like it was matter of fact.

"I say YOU smell like loneliness!" I said, kneading his warm and pulsing ballsac enough to make this hairy, needy fella whimper.

"Gggggnnnnnn..." he pitifully groaned, his eyebrows steepled and his eyes fought to close, and I buried my face into his hairy chest, softly rubbing behind his nuts.

His muzzle found my head and he put an arm behind me, and his leg of a boner pressed against my torso.

"The b-bedroom..." he stammered on, "To the b-bedroom..."

Taking him by his burning cock I led him around the corner from my bathroom, his dick expanding in my grip a bit more before he took me in his arms, and the next thing I knew, we were in my bed. I didn't open my bedroom door, but Elijah and I were lying on my many fleece blankets.

Just all of a sudden we heard my bed groan as we both landed on it, and I got the feeling like he did his fog trick to get us there.

With the initial shock gone, I laughed out in excitement and Elijah looked at me like he was impressed with himself.

Looking into his eyes I...softly placed my hands on either side of his head, and kissed the top of his big muzzle. He went along with it this time, and I heard the soft sweeping of his tail on the bed.

"I want to be friends, Elijah." I told him. I wanted him to feel safe here. I wanted my home to be a safe space for him.

"Heh I wanna be friends with you too, Chuck." he responded. As soon as he said that I started to rub his great chest, and part of his midsection. I pressed my head to his other side as I began to scratch his hairy bod, shifting my hand lower a little at a time until my hand was on his hot cock. Even flaccid it was huge and I started scratching his bush and softly swept up his thighs, planting my hands to straddle his waist. I rubbed my right butt cheek softly, lookin back to the twinklin points of my guest's eyes.

"Something to enjoy..." I said to him, makin sure to keep my back flexed and my ass out.

"Hey big fella, you're gonna sleep good." I said with a wink. Elijah's head turned to let him angle his eyes at me a particular way, like he was interested in finding out, but doubtful. With both hands I started to rub his package, scratching and rubbing the hairy pouch. I heard him grunt, then his legs opened up for me and I hefted his hairy pair, softly kneading them out to their full dangle. It was like a big pair of rolled socks: they were beautiful and large, even in size, and swung at the tail end of five inches.

Softly choking his balls down with one hand I used my other hand to rub and tickle them. Elijah didn't mind that, and to my surprise his hands met my ass, softly rubbin me in spots that made me shiver.

"Keep going..." he whispered, and I found that at the moment I was sapped of my strength because of how Elijah rubbed my sensitive spots.

"Hoooo.." I huffed, and Elijah just kept going, his hands shifting to grab my thighs and drag me toward his chest.

I was suddenly facedown, ass upwards, and Elijah was growling with my meal of a backside before him.

"Thish ish the meach...Here.. Rrrrr..." he panted and drooled, in a dark tone, before he began to lick all over me back there. He gasped and lapped everything, drenching my balls, lapping my taint, he DEVOURED my ass crack, chewin me with his dangerous teeth too. Meanwhile I was paralyzed with the sensations of his eager and adventurous tongue.

"E-eee-asy killer..." I whimpered, my ass wet in the air and Elijah at full mast, the marvel a terrible sight. He had a graceful upward curve to compliment his... beastly girth, and a purple head at the end of his dusky pole sitting at around thirteen inches tall. I looked at it, totally aware that I couldn't take that. It would be, unsurprisingly, gorey. But I knew what to do for him. I took his shaft in both hands and pumped his warm pole. Elijah jerked under me and fell limp, moaning and clawing at my blankets, and I finally escaped him, the both of us smiling at the other after that adventure, panting, like we were wrestling in my sheets.

Rolling to my nightstand I collected two...three pumps of my lube within my hands and got them both totally slick.

"Here we go buddy..." I said, and the lovable beast gave my forehead a single distinct lap, and spitting into my greasy palms I softly choked a section near the center of his intimidatingly large cock. Elijah didn't react much to that aside from a grunt of pleasure, but tracing up toward and around his cockhead he tensed up and whined, his eyes wide when I looked at him.

I cocked an eyebrow.

"Don't give me that mister... You're out on your lonesome, you're packin this LOG..." I say, giving his big shaft a squeeze that made Elijah's eyes bulge.

"...And you find me, and NOT expect me to handle this big boy for you?"

Again I started at the middle and worked my way up to his cockhead, but instead of delivering another teasing rub there I went back down to the hairy base of his tree. By then, Elijah's erection was slick enough, and collecting one more pump of lube I took his shaft in my hands and started to stroke it, with purpose. Elijah groaned out, falling limp but a hand of his found my thigh and stroked it, as my hands drew a soft growl from his throat.

"Rrrrrrrr... What a friend you arrre..." he moaned, his feet flexing hard enough to pop his toes. His precum drizzled down his shaft and I added that to his coating; trying to keep a rhythm going. Both hands traveled up and down releasing a swirl of taps and touches, and my friend was twitching in his spot. I huffed a sigh of intent, smiling at my stamina as Elijah groaned and moaned beside me.

"Uggh, aaah, hnnngff, Chuuuck, Chuck you found my lead Chuck, take me for a waaalk..." he said, and I beamed with pride. Elijah was loving my attention.

"How long has it been since you had your woodie handled my friend?" I asked, slowing down my strokes. Elijah's head rolled to his left, lapping up my right side.

"A while..." he said simply, nuzzling my right elbow.

Hearing his confession I resumed my care, stroking his pole with vigor, with my own (embarrassingly smaller) cock hard and throbbing with the moment. Elijah's body coursed and seethed like he would rear up from my bed but he remained horizontal, gripping my sheets and slowly bucking into my hands.

"Chuck, you friendly lump..." he groaned, and I chuckled as I worked my hands up and down his length, taking quick breaks to knead, tickle, and scratch his balls. He seemed to like that too, giving me gasps of joy and giggles and the matter between my arms throbbed hard, gushing his musky precum down his pole. Gathering more I went back to work, softly praising Elijah.

"Of course you would need spare hands on this big dick, since I crushed yours the first night we met." Elijah's eyes lit up as he started to pant, his shaft finding girth and new energy, bobbing eagerly whenever I would stop for a break.

"Yeah? Do I owe you some affection my friend?" I asked, and Elijah spread his knees and let his tail wag between them as he drew me to lie on his thunderous chest, his body communicating way more clearly than his voice: I was driving him crazy. He was fighting to remain on my bed and not let his instincts tear me to pieces. His heartbeat was rapid along with his panting, occasionally he would lap at my bald head and gasp as I poured speed down my arms.

"Chhhuck, a-are you t-trying to ma-make me...?" he whispered, his grip on me growing stronger as he pulled me closer.

"Rnnng yeah Elijah I'm trying to get you off." I said, resisting his crushing embrace a bit and stroking his cock with sweat on my forehead now, Elijah whimpering and lapping me where he can.

"Guuuh you're gonna make me...!" he grunted, his head crushing against me as he growled and gasped.

"You're right Elijah, I am. I WANT to at least." I grunted. He's strong!

I released his shaft for a second to get a better grip and Elijah's body jerked. Re-cozying up to my hairy friend I grabbed his tower and he jerked again, like a current passed through him.

"Whoa, whoooah..." he gasped, clutching me to his side.

"Stroke it harder friend..." he requested, and I found myself hard pressed (literally) to do so: he was a kind of physical lover I had never known before.

Squeezing with both hands on my friend's shaft I found that he was oozing precum onto his abs.

"Yes! Yes... Keep... Chuck you're so kind..." he whimpered, passionately nuzzling and pressing his snout to me, and the harder I stroked the more like a...werewolf to me he seemed. With violet eyes he growled and spoke in a dark language that I didn't know, but he begged and pleaded to me with human words that melted my heart.

"Goloorsh miat, mifusko vaat fuuuhkin caaawk, Chuck, Chuck please... Don-don't stop, please..." he panted.

I resisted Elijah's strong embrace and kept up the manual love, twisting my hands all over his shaft as they rose and fell down his awesome cock. I don't know what heaven for a werewolf would be like, but Elijah seemed happy to be here.

****

11:56 pm

I had Elijah shift around a few ways to let me stroke his big werewolf cock.

Laying over his side I choked his base with my right hand, and gave a blistering series of pumps with my left. Wuffy liked that. He panted and rubbed down my back to my butt.

I had him sit against my headboard, with his knees bent. I was between them, using both hands with another pump of lube. Elijah huffed and panted, and his cock flexed like crazy. I gave his witnesses in attendance a raspberry or two, softly, returning the favor, contemplating on using my tongue on his bare ass hole.

"Aaaah, aah, you're doing that real good for me right now Chuck..." he said, as human as that could sound. His cock gave a splat of precum to my dome, and I realized that he fired it up to LAND on my head.

With his shoulders heaving, he smirked.

We sixty-nined again, with my voracious friend taking a much more conservative approach to licking my meaty backside. His tongue stole my breath, and he kissed both cheeks before be lapped my hole softly. I could feel how hard he was, and with the strength I still had I took his pole in both hands to keep the strokes up. His tongue grew fainter and fainter until I could hear his voice again.

"Ha-aaah..." he said, his dick flexing hard enough to squeeze a river of precum right down his already near-frictionless boner.

He let me climb down his body, my knees wobbly, my left hand still stroking him to his gleaming cockhead, and swirling about that with a knuckleball grip. My Elijah... Yeah.

I felt...knew, that...Elijah would be in my life for a long time.

I took a soft hand and collected some of his drool from under his lip corner, and some of his precum. I added it to his pole, softly, then gave his chest and chin a scratch, rubbing my fingers through his clean fur.

"Gosh Elijah you're amazing." I said, and my werewolf shifted, baring his teeth slowly in a smile.

"Chuuuck, I'm, I'm almost...." he panted. I loved hearing him confess his need to me.

It made me...

I sat in front of his big cock again. With both hands it started to stroke his cock to the very tip, but when I got to the end I gave the drooly underside of his dickhead a slow lap. He tasted both clean and musky: his precum was bold with Elijah's personal flavors and smells.

"Oh Chuck I love that." he said and I went back to his base, and lapped his balls.

He licked his lips a bunch and I went for it: this was how I wanted him when he came.

I wasn't particular about his nuts: the true goal was to get his cock to spew his load but I also loved having a friend I could share an especially intimate pleasure with.

They were an effort apiece: I DID get each one in my mouth, with Elijah's approval gouged into my mattress. But aside from that, for their own sake, I spat them off to the left and gently began to lick my friend's exposed butthole.

Elijah gasped.

This too wasn't anything special, but I found I loved giving pleasure. Elijah showed me he was having a blast with all of my senses, and I barely had even addressed my boner.

I licked softly, going around the ring with care I surprised myself to demonstrate, and Elijah squirmed, unable to express his pleasure and joy. It thrilled me. His eyes shuttered wide and narrow, his chest was an explosion of mass, heaving low and high, with his tail sweeping left and right, crazed and random.

"Oh, ooh, haha..." he chuckled, his cock swaying like felled lumber.

I gave his tailhole a few more soft, fluttery licks, realizing how little I expected and how much I gave.

Normally I would be the one getting all the tribute and enjoying all the pleasure, but...now I wanted to make sure Elijah got his due. I was eager to blow his mind.

Normally I would have some poor soul bent over the back of my recliner just to sate a need. Now I hoped I would have my werewolf friend bent over my recliner while I ate his hairy ass.

My lips parted from his butthole and his trembling legs crashed down around me.

I wasn't trying to wear him out but he looked like he'd had enough, and I didn't want him to pass out before he shot his load. Taking his stiff cock in my hand again I started with slow strokes.

"You're so beautiful and strong, Elijah..." I said softly, feeling his tail sweep gently against my butt. He chuckled, and my right hand hefted his warm nutsac, still stroking him with my left.

"You're someone I've waited for, and I've waited a while." I said, giving his cockhead another slimy lap, savoring his renewed precum flow. Smiling smugly as I added my other hand to the task, I pumped his shaft with strong arms, all the while watching Elijah tense up a bit.

"Chuck, y-yeah... Keep that up..." he said, and I obliged myself to keep going.

"I am so glad to have met you, my hairy friend. I'm so glad to be here, stroking this big dick for you." I said, and I felt his shaft grow dense. His smile could have killed me.

"...Uh-huh?" he nodded, eager to keep his praise abundant, and I shifted forward, his hot tower pointing to my chin.

"I want you to sniff me out, by my nuts no less, whenever you want some company and attention. My arms are all you need." I said with a wink, licking his cockhead, and, while polishing his cock with my palms, I slipped his dickhead into my mouth. I didn't just pop it in there, his cock spread my tight lips around it.

His flavor wasn't any more intense than his precum, and as my tongue licked around, Elijah gasped deeply.

My jaw was already straining to keep him buried but my arms were good. Another pulse of precum lubed me up enough to slide my mouth off of his cockhead.

"You taste good too." I said, and starting from his base I pushed a heavy spurt up to run down his shaft and onto his balls, and licked it from his hairy pair to his big dickhead.

"Gaaaah..." Elijah moaned, his dick flexing in pleasure, his eyelids looking weighty.

"Did that feel good?" I asked him, and he nodded rapidly. Still stroking his boner my arms gave signs that my stamina was running low, and Elijah looked just as pent up as he was when we started.

"Make it tighter..." he said, starting to guide my lips back to his shaft and with uncertainty I resisted him.

"You'll split me like a banana peel Elijah!" I said, smiling at his guile but wary of how hard it would be to do that. Elijah's face relaxed as I let go of his shaft. I had an idea.

Rolling to my belly, I took Elijah's right hand and pulled him with me. He didn't resist, ending up with my back to his torso. I spread my knees a little, feeling his battering-ram cock press against my taint. I could even feel it drool his precum.

"I got two beefy buns you can fill with that massive link of sausage..." I said, reaching out with my right to gather a couple more pumps of lube and smearing it up my ass crack. With a little more effort I shifted, and Elijah's dick slid right up between them. I clenched my butt together and my friend gasped in approval.

"Oooh yeeeah..." he moaned, slowly shifting his hips to drag his meat back and forth. I took his arms and put them around me, where Elijah took my cue and embraced me strongly, his way. His breath was hot and ragged on the back of my neck, followed by hot laps as he made love to my beefy butt.

Each thrust he gave filled me with joy to know he was so eager, so needy. As he pushed ahead I clenched my ass together, his big nuts repeatedly landing on my own. I could feel his back arch to really give it to me, ready and aiming to empty his balls all over my back. I was honestly glad he didn't stick me in the ass with that cock of his, and who doesn't love hotdogging?

"Haaa, haaa, haaa..." he breathed, holding me still and secure as he made long-lost love to my butt cheeks, moving to lap me more and he finally said it:

"Chuck I'm...I'm..!" he said, his teeth baring as he poured on the effort, pressing his muzzle to my shoulder, gripping my hips to elevate my ass up. He grunted and started to really slam against me, huffing, his spittle landing on my neck as my friend slammed his thighs against my ass.

"Come on, Elijah, dump! Shoot your load!" I cheered, urging, pushing him toward his release. His thrusts were joined by a long groan, with the claps of our bodies sounding off, and he pressed his cock all the way up until his pulsing balls met mine again. I went with him, clenching my ass around his shaft as hard as I could. His cock throbbed hard and I felt the beginning of Elijah's climax: he groaned and growled long, his hands holding my ass in place as I felt a little moisture on my neck, then heard a missile battery of nasty squirts and splats hit my wall. I could immediately smell it: it was powerfully musky.

The splats stopped on my wall but instead dripped onto me, the hot fluid thick like glue. Elijah was trembling, shivering as he fired his load, marking the end of his orgasm with a triumphant howl that carried his happiness and contentment with it.

***

Elijah collapsed onto me, twitching here and there. He lapped my neck again, heaving.

"Thank you Chuck... Thank you..." he said, his body blanketing me.

I took one of his hands in mine.

"You're very welcome, Elijah." I said, turning my head to kiss his muzzle.

****

5:19 am

I awoke with a chill. Frantic I searched around and saw that I was alone, again. With my phone I quickly searched my room, and sighed in relief as the signs of a good time were present.

Elijah had devastated my wall with his load. The arms of each splat reached out feet from the splash zone, which ran down the wall behind my headboard. His claws left gashes in my blankets. His feet left their trail of paw prints away, and I reluctantly accepted that Elijah just may not be able to be here during daylight.

****

4:35 pm

The day was a blur, and certainly lackluster. Nothing lit my fire like Elijah did. I had awkward boners here and there as the night before was just too damn hot. Thankfully I had a long route today so I could just drive, and...think about him.

A couple hours later I was at my front door, and I looked at the setting sun. The wind was blowing cool air and I felt the sensation of heavy fog, where it was darkest, where it was the most still.

My friend Elijah was waiting for me, and I'd see him tonight.