Heavy Paws 2
Story by Pawsroloc on SoFurry
Okay, okay. I bet I can guess what you're thinking. "A gay virgin with no boundaries, a camera, and a free pass onto any part of campus? By gods it's only a matter of time until the man's sneaking his way into locker rooms and taking the 'candidity' of his work to a new level!"
Well, you're wrong. Kind of.
Chapter 7: "Hard Pressed"
I'm a big fan of baths. Always have been. To me, showers are quick and boring. But then you're taking a bath it feels like you have time to sit back, relax, and... Oh who am I kidding. Sure, lavender scented oils are nice but that's not the reason I look forward to sinking into that warm water. I like baths because it's a great time to jack off. Plain and simple. There's nothing better than coming home from a long day of classes, stripping down, and fantasizing about your school's quarterback grinding against you.
Well, at least that's what I thought at the time.
As it turns out, actually grinding up against the school's quarterback was about one hundred times better than my preconceived fantasies. The raw carnality of the act was driving me up the wall. Literally. The big jock had me up pinned against the side of my tub as he bucked into me. I could feel his fingers digging into my hips possessively with each roll of his hips. The water lapped against us as he thrust against me once more, huge waves spilling out of the tub due to our own reckless abandonment. I could mop it up later. Hell, if my kitchen was on fire I'd still feel hard pressed to finish what we'd started. 'Hard pressed'. I chuckle slightly at my own joke. Yeah, we were definitely hard, and we were definitely pressed together.
Tyler growled and rolled his hips into me once more. I was so close... that familiar sensation of release was encroaching on me quickly. If he kept this up...
I let out a hiss of disappointment as I realized what I had to do. "W-Wait, Tyler," I began, pressing a hand against his chest, "if we keep this up, I'm gonna-"
My words were cut off sharply as he bucked once more, the unexpected pleasure causing me to moan loudly.
"I know." Tyler growled. I felt his hands press me tightly against him as he spoke, the man refusing to break contact between us. Our cocks were pressed up against each other, the only thing protecting us from actual contact being the thin layer of latex around our shafts. I caught myself thinking about what the sensation would feel like without them on, forgetting my precarious situation for a single moment. I bit my lip, trying to pull myself away from such dangerous thoughts.
"Okay... Okay..." I repeated, mostly to myself. Tyler was still looking at me, as if waiting for my permission to continue. Those big golden eyes of his were wide with need. Just how badly did this guy need this? "Just give me a second," I continued, taking my hand off of his chest, "I don't want this to end yet."
Suddenly, his lips were pressed against mine. I closed my eyes as I gave into the kiss, my mouth opening to accept his eager tongue. The kiss felt impatient, almost greedy to me. It was as if this was the werewolf's way of compromising. Meanwhile, the man's hand had begun guiding me by the wrist. I couldn't see where he was placing my hand, but as he tenderly cupped my palm against his ass, his intent became clear.
"If I can't touch you... maybe you could, uh..." Tyler began.
I couldn't help but laugh a little. I didn't really know where the act was directed. Maybe it was the begging look Tyler had in his eyes, as if I somehow wouldn't be okay with this. Or maybe I was just laughing at the absurdity of the situation; my school's quarterback sitting on my lap asking _me _to finger him. Hell, it might still be the whole werewolf thing. I'm not even sure I would ever be done processing _that _situation.
"What's so funny?" The jock asked, looking concerned.
"I'm not sure. This, I guess." I replied, as truthfully as I could.
"Oh." Tyler said, a look of disappointment written across his face. Had I hurt the big guy's pride?
"Hey, Tyler, it's not like that. Trust me, I'd _love _to," I pressed a finger against this rear to make my point as I spoke, "I just think it's cute, is all."
"What's cute?" The werewolf asked, biting his lip as he placed a little more of his weight against my hand. His attention seemed more focused on my finger than on what I was saying at this point.
"That you have such a hard time just saying what you want to say." I pointed out, pulling my finger away to make my point.
"Well, what do you _want _me to say!?" The needy wolf exclaimed, exasperated by my rejection to oblige him.
"Just say it." I said, smiling warmly up at the large man.
"Do I have to?" Tyler huffed impatiently. "Do I really need to be that blatant with you?"
"Well," I began, pausing deliberately in an effort to further exacerbate the jock, "I don't _need _to. I'd just really like you to."
He pouted, turning away from me as he did so. However his frown quickly dissolved as I remained unmoving. The man wriggled on my lap, as if fighting his own desires. The large man stared at the bathroom floor before letting out a long and dejected sigh.
"Fine... Fngrree" The wolf murmured, turning away from me as he spoke.
"What was that?" I teased, placing my finger back against his ring as I spoke.
Tyler slowly swiveled his head back towards me, his golden eyes meeting mine in a rather piteous manner.
"I want you to finger me." The jock said, blushing profusely.
"That's better." I praised. Deciding I had teased him sufficiently, I applied more pressure to his rear. I was met with little resistance as I slid the first digit in. That didn't really surprise me, as the guy had been plying himself open for quite some time tonight. What _did _surprise me was how easy it was to slip in the other two fingers. The man sat atop me, letting out small moans of encouragement as I slowly massaged him.
"You really like this, don't you?"
"Y-Yeah. I-I do." Tyler moaned, slowly sinking his weight atop my fingers as he spoke. "I-I've always like this. A lot. 'ts how I figured out I l-liked guys."
"Really? Most people figure out they like it up the ass _after _they start drooling over dick."
"Y-Yeah, well not-" Tyler stopped what he was saying to let out a loud moan. "Oh god, right there." He begged, the two of us knowing where my fingers had just curled. "-N-Not me. Was an early b-bloomer, s-so... I e-experimented pretty e-early on."
"This I didn't know." I said, smiling.
"S'true. Remember the high s-school shower room?"
"Yeah, I remember it." How could I not? That place was both a haven and a hell for me.
"I uh... god... I have this uh, butt plug that you can put on w-walls and I uh- I used to sneak it in underneath my towel when I thought n-no one was a-around."
"You're kidding."
Tyler shook his head. "N-Nope. I uh... I really liked doing that."
"Did you ever do it when people were around?"
"W-Well... I'd t-tell myself I wouldn't, but e-even if there w-were I sometimes f-found myself t-taking it with me a-anyways. S-So yeah."
"Did you like that?" I asked, my fingers still busily thrumming against his prostate.
Tyler nodded, shuddering as he leaned into me. "Y-Yeah."
"What did you like about it?"
"I... I dunno."
"C'mon, Tyler. Don't be shy."
"I uh... I guess I liked uh, k-knowing there were others around. Do you ever do that? When y-you get all pent up in public a-and you just _know _what you're gonna do? A-And everyone else d-doesn't? I-I really like that feeling."
"That's adorable." I said, smirking at the aroused werewolf.
Tyler blushed, his face contorting as he tried to assess how he felt about what I had just said. Eventually he opened his mouth to speak, his voice quiet in comparison to the gasps and moans he had just been uttering. "S-Shuddup."
Chapter 8: "Don't Stop"
"I'm serious! You are turning out to be quite the kinkster." I chuckled as I admitted it aloud. The same jock I had taken a picture of sleeping at his desk all those years ago had turned out to be one hell of a kinky bastard.
Tyler smiled bashfully as I said that. Truth be told it hadn't been the expression I had expected. Maybe I really was coaxing him out of his shell. While I'd like to believe that, I'm pretty sure my fingers were doing most of the 'coaxing' during this conversation. The large jock was still straddling my lap, his body leaning over mine as we slowly rocked in unison. With each curve of my fingers, I'd elicit another grunt of satisfaction from the man above me. The head of his shaft served as a constant reminder as it slowly bobbed in and out of the water's depths.
"I still do it, y'know." Tyler admitted, his mouth never fully closing as he spoke. "O-One time I walked out of the shower a-after I was done... f-fucking myself... a-and coach was there, waiting for me. At f-first I thought he'd caught me or something but all he was... God, faster... All he was doing was waiting around to tell me I'd been doing a good job."
The steady rhythm we had built up picked up pace as I obliged his request. His grunts quickly became soft gasps as I pressed into him, our bodies making gentle ripples in the water as we rocked. Had he paused in his conversation, or was he merely waiting for me to reply?
"That must've been... awkward." I said, feeling obliged to offer some form of commentary.
"I thought I'd feel that way as well, but I uh... The next time I found myself alone in the shower I-I ended up... thinking about him. Nowadays I think about him... a lot." Tyler confessed, letting out a forced scoff as he shook his head. "I know, pretty gross, right?"
I frowned at that, the tone of his voice striking an all too familiar chord of my own.
"I don't think it's gross." I offered, trying to keep my hand's pace steady as we talked. "In fact I kind of know how you feel. Do you remember Mr. Cane? The photography teacher?"
Tyler's brow furrowed as if he was trying to match a name to a face. "Yeah, but what's that got to do with..." Tyler trailed off, eyes widening as he connected the dots. "Are you telling me you _and _Lucy both-"
"No! No. I didn't _do _anything with him, but I did have feelings for him." I explained quickly, hoping that he didn't get the wrong idea.
"Oh." The jock said, frowning. "Is that why you're always carrying around that camera?"
I laughed, mostly at the fact that the guy I was fingering was currently frowning. "No. You aren't the school's quarterback because you like fapping off to your coach, right? Same goes for me."
"Huh." Tyler said, his frown vanishing as he mulled that information over. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he turned his entire attention towards me. "So you get it!" He exclaimed, placing more of his weight atop me.
"Get what?" I asked, suddenly aware at the cramps beginning to form in my hand. Who knew fingering could be so exhausting?
"He was your teacher right? And you really wanted to prove yourself to him. And somewhere along the line that 'want' became a different kind of 'want'." The jock said, as if explaining it to himself as well.
"Yeah, I guess."
"That's all I wanted, too." Tyler said, pressing a hand to his own chest. Immediately, the man's hand tore away from the foreign sensation. He looked down at his body to inspect himself, a look of confusion on his face. The athlete's happy trail was no more. It was now far more appropriate to call this thick mat of hair fur, having spread over his entire pecs now. Had he not noticed how much had covered him? The werewolf's chipper smile faltered once more as he ran a hand down his chest. Slowly, his hand balled into a fist, gripping a clump of the damp fur in his hand. "But ever since that... fucker _bit me I've gotten all mixed up. It's like... I can't stop thinking about _it."
"The bite?" I asked, worried by his sudden turn in expression. My hand had stopped moving now, my full attention on the changing wolf atop me.
"No, it's the... the needs." Tyler spat, sounding more irritated than frustrated. "The sex. Do you know why I did so terribly that last game? It's because I couldn't tear my attention away from my own cock for more than a second." He raised his voice, glaring daggers at his own tool. The man leaned back, his weight no longer pinning my hand beneath him.
"It was so frustrating, Forrest. Right when the game ended the Coach just... tore into me." The quarterback's eyes teared up as he explained. "I disappointed him, and yet I was still so _fucking _aroused. That's when I knew there was something wrong with me. I just ran off, and... and..."
The werewolf lowered his head, refusing to look me in the eye. I slowly pulled my fingers out of him as I began to speak. "Look, Tyler I-"
Suddenly, the jock's hands were around my waist. The intensity of his grip made me freeze in place as he slowly pulled himself off my hand.
"Don't." The wolf commanded... or rather, pleaded? It was hard to tell.
Either way, I did as he asked and waited. The man moved slowly as he repositioned himself above me. The jock pulled each of my hands out of the water and slung them around his shoulders as he settled down atop me. I could feel my shaft pressing against the man's furry rear as he leaned in for a kiss. This kiss was much gentler, yet somehow expressed just as much desperation as our last.
"Please," He continued, his voice only a whisper, "I don't want to black out again."
"W-What?" I asked, unsure what it was the changing man was after.
"After that game I... I blacked out. I refused to touch myself and I _freaking _blacked out. The fangs and the hair... that all wasn't there before. I don't even remember returning to that locker room, Forrest. When you texted me that picture I was scared."
"I'm sorry." It was all I could think of, the words spilling out of my mouth. Where was this coming from?
Tyler shook his head adamantly. "No. D-Don't say that. You didn't know."
"But I-"
"Remember what you said to me in that bathroom?" Tyler interrupted. "You said you were here to help. I was scared, but that was... such a relief to hear, Forrest."
As Tyler spoke, I felt him readjust atop me, the sound of water rolling off of his body drowning out the last of his words. It wasn't until I felt his weight rest _atop _my shaft that realization dawned on me.
"W-Wait Tyler I-"
"Please." Tyler whispered, his voice almost a whimper.
I closed my eyes and contemplated my options as rationally as I could. On one hand I could take the safe route and deny us - I mean deny _him _- of what he wanted...
Oh, what the hell.
"Do it." I nodded, looking Tyler in the eyes as I spoke.
Chapter 9: "Woops"
Now I'd never had the pleasure of taking someone up the ass before, but let me just say, it is a pleasure. This might be my inexperience talking, but just the sensation of Tyler slowly taking my length was almost enough to send me over the edge. That same tightness that had been enveloping my fingers was now wrapped around my shaft, and it felt good. My heavy breathing quickly became sharp gasps and moans of pleasure as I him sink down atop me.
"O-Oh Tyler-" I warned. Well, in reality it was more of a moan than a warning, but I think the werewolf got the message.
The large man stopped moving almost immediately. It seemed even the cum-fixated beast inside of him wanted this to last.
"When you're getting close, flex it." Tyler said, his voice low and raspy. At first I didn't understand him, but the werewolf promptly demonstrated.
"Like this." He explained, his own shaft twitching rhythmically up and down against the water.
Once again I found myself laughing at the absurdity of this situation. Here I was, balls deep in a werewolf, and he was trying to teach me the nuances of Kegel exercises.
Realizing I had done nothing but laugh in response to his teachings, I testily flexed my own shaft. I gasped aloud as I felt him tighten around me in response. Tyler let out a throaty chuckle as he watched me squirm beneath him.
"Like that." The werewolf explained, leaning forward to kiss me. "I'm going to go real slow for you, and if you have to cum, don't hold back okay?"
This kiss was different. There was no impatience, no greed. I could feel his canine teeth nibble cautiously at my lower lip as he slowly brought his hips back into motion. I moaned into his mouth as his rear pressed into my waist. We lay hilted like that for a moment as he slowly rolled back and forth, eliciting all manners of muffled noises from the two of us.
Eventually he broke our kiss, pulling away from me with a devilish look on his face. "I'm going to fuck you now."
It took me a moment to understand the incongruity of his statement. Wasn't I the one fucking him? As I opened my mouth to retort, I felt the large man above me begin to move. Whatever words I had were quickly lost to me, my mind reeling as I felt him slowly slide back up my length. He halted his movements for a moment before quickly hilting me again. I gasped aloud as he did so, caught completely off guard by the sensation. I flexed my shaft in a vain attempt to hold myself back, but Tyler had other ideas. I swore I could see a small smirk on his face as he quickly did the same motion, pulling himself off of me before quickly settling back down. The man barely looked like he was moving above me, and yet the sensations were, oh god, they were too much.
I hissed aloud as I felt myself cum. My hips spasmed uncontrollably into the quarterback as he continued to thrust himself upon me. Again and again, the man bounced, his powerful legs bobbing up and down against my thighs as he worked me.
In that moment, Tyler made it very clear who was fucking who.
Eventually the wolf settled down, his hips still idly grinding into mine as we lay there, breathing heavily. Tyler wore a cocky grin, obviously satisfied with himself.
"Heh... Woops." I muttered, realizing that my face had been stuck in a permanent wince ever since I had came.
"Hey, it's alright Forrest. You lasted longer than I thought you would."
"Do you uh," I began, glancing at his member, "do you want me to take care of that?"
"Actually I uh... I'm kind of more focused on..." Tyler began, flexing his passage in reminder.
"Oh. OH." I said, suddenly realizing what the werewolf wanted.
I left the bathroom shortly after handing Tyler my used condom. After the whole 'post-orgasm glow' faded I realized that I really didn't want to think about what the werewolf would be doing with it. Instead I evacuated to the kitchen to make us something to eat. After discovering that I _really _wasn't up for cooking, I opted for takeout. I would've asked Tyler, but the sounds from the bathroom had been getting pretty... unabashed.
While I waited for the takeout to arrive, I decided to spend my time doing a few google searches. Most of my results were, well, pitiful really. It seemed mostly like a lot of misguided youths on message boards asking when their first shifts would be. Then you have the furry community, and I couldn't even begin to touch that. It's not like there were actual werewolves inside there, right?
I even used Web MD and other sites to diagnose some of Tyler's symptoms and alas, no lycanthropy to be found. Most sites just diagnosed him with puberty. The only other lead I had was the whole 'cum addiction' thing, but that just linked me to porn sites. After more than twenty minutes I was still clueless. Even if there was a single true story out there, how on Earth would I be able to disassociate it from the frauds? I was at a loss.
After some brainstorming, I came to the following three conclusions:
- We were in the Middle of a Massive Conspiracy
If, as Tyler has proven, lycanthropy is infectious, then surely someone out there knows this. Why is there not a single trace of evidence of this on the internet? I'd like to say that I'm not paranoid, but what if someone's out there monitoring for outbreaks like this?
- Lycanthropy is Rare
What if it's not a common thing? Maybe the infection is hard to transfer? That could explain the ratio of real to ridiculous information on the internet. Maybe Tyler and his attacker are only one of twenty or so werewolves in the world? A single outing of a wolf could easily turn into an urban myth within a few years or so, right?
- The General Populous Hasn't Caught On
This is the most absurd theory. I mean, there's no way the internet can't know something like this, right? I'd love nothing more than to have answers, and yet... Maybe everyone who is in my situation has already come to conclusion 1 & 2? Maybe everyone who is already in the loop has managed to keep this a secret for so long because it's such a human problem? No one wants to see their brother or sister shipped off to some lab because they're howling at a moon, right? Like I said, this theory seems too good to be true.
Regardless of which school of thought I leaned towards, I still feel like I'm missing something. There's no way people can't know about this, and yet no one seemed to know. I mean, it's infectious, and to be quite honest, completely unrealistic. And yet here I was, deleting my search history in a vain attempt to hide my knowledge from Big Brother. I was on a slippery slope now. At this rate I was going to start wearing tin foil hats and ranting that aliens exist.
I sighed, tossing my laptop onto the carpet beside my bed before planting my face into the nearest pillow.
All I knew for sure was that I had a werewolf in my bathroom. To make matters worse, Tyler had been bit by what I can only assume is another werewolf. And if that's the case, then there's someone running around campus who is a risk to other innocent people. I sighed into my pillow and slammed my fist into the sheets of my bed in a pitiful attempt to express my frustration.
It's not like we can just ignore what's happening forever. We had to do something, right? The last thing I wanted was an outbreak of lycanthropy across campus.
A piercing howl brought me to my feet, my mind immediately fearing the worst. Had the other wolf returned? Was he still hunting Tyler? I glanced back at the bathroom door and sighed, realizing that the noise was coming from the bathroom. No, the noise had just been my _wolf. I really was getting paranoid. And I guess now Tyler is _howling, which really isn't a good sign for his sanity. As comforting as the thought was of Tyler being by my side, I knew that the sex crazed wolf wouldn't be much help until all of this blew over.
Or maybe... this might never blow over. What if he was stuck as a werewolf forever? Or worse, what if he kept shifting? U-Until he was just a giant wolf living in my bathroom. I swallowed nervously, trying not the think about the possibilities. It was true that I didn't know what was going on, but neither did Tyler. I gave him my word that I would help, but what does that mean? Should I stay by his side and see his shift through, or should I take the initiative and go after this other wolf?
There was no right choice, I knew that. I'm probably the only one who could stop this mystery wolf, and yet I was also the only one who could help keep Tyler sane.
Another howl, this time much quieter than the last, emanated from beyond the bathroom door. At least for now, the answer was clear to me.
Chapter 10: "Buddy"
"Tyler?" I called out, knocking on the door as gently as I could.
The only reply I received was a low growl. My hand froze on the doorknob as doubt sunk into me.
"Hey man, you okay?" I asked, pressing an ear against the door.
Another growl... Had his voice deepened? My mind began jumping to different conclusions. Had I spent too much time away from the werewolf? Had he blacked out? Or worse, had Tyler already gone full wolf on me? Doubt turned to curiosity as I found myself turning the knob. My heart raced as I stepped forward, fearing the worst.
"Tyler?" My voice was barely a whisper.
Out of all the possibilities that had ran through my head, I definitely had not considered _this _to be an option.
Tyler was propped up against the bathroom wall, completely upside down, feet dangling in the air above him. While the position itself looked extremely uncomfortable, Tyler wore the same dazed look of satisfaction he had back on campus. Spent seed painted his face, some of it even smearing into his hair. It didn't take long for me to realize why so much of it had gathered there. The man's cock hovered above his head, both hands wrapped around the base of his shaft. The head of his cock looked bright red and irritated as Tyler pressed his fingers together. I watched as a large glob of semen slowly dripped onto his eager tongue, the jock eagerly accepting it.
It seemed the fur had continued to spread in my absence as well. It was much easier to notice it's progress after having left him alone. The pelt completely covered his torso now, and the thick body hair covering his arms was beginning to grow denser as well. These new hairs seemed darker than the fur that covered his chest. It was clear there were two shades of it now, the lighter brown seeming to travel down his inner thighs while the darker spread down his shoulders. It was weird, seeing my mental image of Tyler be replaced so fast. How long would it be until he was entirely covered?
"Tyler?" I repeated, trying to hide the worry in my voice.
The werewolf turned towards me, causing a bead of cum to drop down his cheek. He was more of a mess now than he was before the bath.
"F'rrest?" He rasped, recollection gleaming in his eyes.
"Yeah buddy, it's me." I nodded, stepping closer to him. "How are you doing?"
"I... I dunno. 'S hard to think righ' now." He said, blinking slowly.
"O-Okay. But you're talking, so that's a good sign." I watched as the man slowly let go of his abused cock. It was bright red now, almost shiny in appearance. How many had he rubbed out to make it look _this _inflamed?
"Yeah?" He asked, shifting his weight to the side to spin himself upright.
"Yeah, buddy." I said, helping the big guy get both his feet back onto the ground.
"Thas' good. Don't think I blacked out, either... heh..." He smiled goofily up at me from the floor.
"You sure you okay, man?" I asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Yeah... I just," Tyler began, practically panting between breaths, "gimme a moment to clear my thoughts."
In that moment, I couldn't help but worry for the guy. His smile seemed forced, and I couldn't shake the feeling that he wasn't really all there right now. How long would Tyler be like this? I watched the man struggle to pull himself to his feet, his knees buckling beneath him with each try.
"Here, let me help." I offered, rushing over to support his third attempt at rising.
"T-Thanks. It feels... weird... to be on my feet." The jock explained. He gestured towards the bath, which he had already drained. "I think I'm due for another bath. Can you uh, help me over there?"
"Ah! That's cold!" Tyler yelped, pulling himself away from the water.
"Maybe it'll help sober you up." I retorted, turning the faucet to readjust the temperature.
"I'm sober... I think. It's hard to explain." He grumbled, instinctively reaching down towards his groin as he spoke. Realizing what he was doing, the jock pulled his hand away.
"Does it... hurt?" I asked, gesturing towards his groin.
The man shook his head and frowned. "Nah. Just feels... sore. Near the end here it was starting to get real sensitive."
"Maybe give it a rest then." I offered, reaching past him to grab the body wash.
"Yeah... Yeah I'll try." He nodded, looking down at his erection in concern.
Water slowly crept up his legs as we waited. I dipped my hand into the water to test the temperature. Tyler massaged his thighs as I did so, adjusting the nob accordingly.
"Your legs feeling any better?" I asked.
"No. In fact they're... they're getting worse." He growled, his voice cracking as he spoke. "It's fine. I think it'll be fine."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. I mean, the guy that bit me looked pretty human. So this is probably reversible."
"I tried doing a little research about your condition, but I'm afraid we're on our own."
Tyler chuckled. "You too? Yeah, I already tried that. I thought about going to the cops, but..." The man trailed off, brushing a hand through his fur to drive his point home.
"I'm starting to the think the only people that know about this are us." I added, nodding my head. "Me, you, and..."
"And Him, yeah."
A heavy silence fell over us as we stared at each other.
"Man, fuck this." Tyler said, breaking the stillness as he pulled a hand out of the water. "We're not going to get anything done moping about our situation. Hand me the soap."
I stiffened, gripping the bottle in my hand. "Actually, I... I was wondering if I could. Wash you, I mean."
Tyler chuckled, slowly pulling himself upright. "That sounds... That sounds good, actually. Thanks."
"Don't mention it." I said, swallowing tightly. While part of me had only wanted to make sure he was thoroughly cleaned of any residual cum, another part of me realized that I really wanted to touch him.
The jock now sat propped up against the side of the tub, his arms resting on the rim of the large bath. He watched me intently as I stripped back down to my boxers. His gaze was... I don't know how to describe it. I had never been an incredibly self-conscious person, but I couldn't help but blush as I stepped into the water with him. I sat on the rim of the tub across from Tyler, too afraid to look down and check just how obvious my arousal was.
"Ready when you are." Tyler said, grinning back at me.
Chapter 11: "Forget We Had Said Anything"
"This would be easier if I could get into the water with you." I grumbled.
"It's probably best that you didn't." Tyler retorted, his grin unwavering. "I really don't uh... I don't wanna get all loopy again."
"This isn't riling you up?" I asked, my shampoo covered hands running down his abs as I spoke.
"Oh trust me. This feels... really good." Tyler said, clenching his fingers as I ran my hands down his thighs. I watched his shaft twitch as my fingers ran through his soft fur, causing Tyler to let out a soft whine. "I just... I don't think either of us should cum. That's all."
I blushed, pulling my hands back out of the water to fetch more shampoo.
"I wasn't suggesting that. My job would just be a little easier if I didn't have to bend over so much." I explained, trying not to pay attention to the tent in my pants as I turned back to Tyler.
"Well if I'm... being blunt with you, I really don't think I would be able to control myself if you were... in here with me." The jock said, rinsing out his chest hair as he spoke.
"Could you... uh... bend forward? I need to get your hair."
"Yeah sure, just try not to get any in my eyes, okay?" Tyler nodded, his eyes closing shut as he slowly leaned towards me. I guided him towards me, my hands cupping his ears lightly as I angled him in front of me.
I gulped as the werewolf's head came to a rest in front of my groin. Suddenly it was my turn to steel my resolve. I turned my attention to his head, my foamy fingers traveling the length of his ears.
"They're really pointy now. Getting bigger, too." I explained, squeezing the tips of the wolf's ears. It looked like they were starting to grow hair, too.
"That tickles." Tyler grunted, his mouth blowing hot breath against my groin.
"S-Sorry." I shuddered, scooting back a bit.
"No no, it's a... a good kind of tickle. It's hard to explain." Tyler said, pressing his head against one of my hands. Suddenly I found my fingers running through his hair, one hand scratching behind his ear.
"Ohhhh wow. That feels great." The wolf cooed, tongue lolling out of his mouth.
"Y-Yeah?" I said, grinning slightly.
Tyler moaned aloud as I continued to scrub his head. Suddenly, I felt him rub up against my groin, his nose pressing into my underwear. The man's eyes shot open as I recoiled in embarrassment, my hands pulling out of his hair as I pulled away. I felt myself slipping backwards as I watched him lunge forward, the wolf's hands wrapping around my torso in one swift motion. I rebalanced myself slowly thanks to his support, my heart racing as my groin slowly moved back in front of him.
The two of us stood completely still, neither daring to move. His eyes were glued to my groin as he slowly pressed against my bulge once more. I watched as the werewolf's nostrils flared, inhaling as much of my scent as he could. "Tyler I really don't think-"
"I know." He growled, squeezing my waist tightly as his hands moved towards my underwear. "I know... but... you smell really good."
"Remember what you were saying earlier? About self-control?" My heart raced as his fingers hooked around the band of my underwear.
I watched as he gently tugged against my underwear. "Y-Yeah. But maybe if I-"
A loud knocking sound startled both of us. I turned towards the bathroom door, heart still racing as I tried to recollect my thoughts. The door...
"The front door. Food's here." I explained, looking back at the werewolf.
"But..." Tyler whimpered, uncurling his hands from my underwear.
"I know," I said, stepping out of the bath, "but I think the delivery guy wouldn't appreciate it if I kept him waiting."
I swung the door open, doing my best to act like I didn't just have a werewolf's nose pressed against my underwear.
The woman at the door glanced at the phone in her hands.
"You Forrest?" She asked, looking up at me expectantly.
I nodded, pressing up against the door as casually as I could. Wait... why was I _trying _to act normal? It's not like I was the werewolf. I handed her the cash and took the bags of food from her, my mind still reeling from earlier events.
"T-Thanks. Keep the change, and uh... Have a nice night." I nodded, giving her a weak smile.
"Yeah. You too." She said, giving me an equally weak smile. "You be careful tonight."
"Sure." I said, closing the door. Suddenly I stopped, and swung the door open once more. "Wait... why?"
"You're a student, right?" She said, hiking a thumb in the direction of campus. "There was an email sent out to the students about an attempted mugging near campus."
"A mugging?" I asked, almost dropping my food.
"Yeah. Real scary stuff. Some guy got stalked across campus, ran to his car, and the attacker like, messed up one side of it really bad. Check it out." She explained.
"Wow. That's... crazy. Thanks for letting me know. Sounds like you're the one who is really at danger, though." I said, gesturing at her delivery back.
"I know. Apparently something like this isn't enough of a reason for my boss to let me go home early, but I can take care of myself." She winked as she stepped backwards, waving what I could only assume was a can of pepper spray in her hand.
I pondered her words as I locked the door behind me. I placed the food on the kitchen table and immediately headed over to my bed.
"I think we just found a lead!" I shouted, scooping up my laptop as I settled onto the bed.
"That's good!" Tyler shouted back, his voice muffled from behind the bathroom door.
I immediately went to my email, and sure enough, a school wide warning had been issued to all students and faculty. I glanced at Tyler as he stepped out of the bathroom, the jock wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.
"Get this; apparently there's been a report of an attack on campus. Some guy's car got damaged from the assault."
"That's... not good." Tyler said, sitting down next to me.
"It means we might have a lead. We should talk to the victim. Maybe get a few pictures of the car as well." I said, quickly searching key words on Google in hopes of finding more information.
"Yeah... yeah we should definitely do that." Tyler added, his emotion not nearly as enthusiastic as mine. It wasn't until I felt his hand upon my shoulder that I realized just how close the man was sitting next to me.
"Uh... Tyler?" I asked, glancing at the hand he had just rested on my laptop.
"We can do that later. It's late." He said, slowly closing the lid of my computer.
"Yeah, but-"
"I'm exhausted. You're exhausted." Tyler began, moving his lips closer to mine. His breath smelled minty... "We should eat, and rest, and-"
"Wait, did you use my toothbrush?" I interrupted, pressing a hand against his chest.
"I- What? No I found a spare in your drawer." He said, sounding hurt.
"Oh." I said, suddenly incredibly aware of the mood I had just killed.
"I brushed my teeth and rinsed out my mouth 'cuz I..." Tyler brought a hand behind his head and sighed. "Well I _was _going to kiss you just now but you-"
"No, forget it!" I shouted, combing my hand through his chest fur. "Forget we had said anything. Let's just... retry this again."
I cleared my throat and shook my head before turning back to him. "Let's see," I began, this time pressing him close to me. "You said... We should eat, and rest... and..?"
"We-" Tyler halted midsentence to clear his throat nervously. "We should kiss."
"Well did you wash your mouth?" I asked coyly.
Tyler looked at me, confused. "I... I just told you that-"
I laughed, startling Tyler even more. "I'm messing with you. I told you to 'forget we had said anything', didn't I?"
The big wolf gave me a disapproving look before cracking a small smile. I apologized profusely for breaking the mood again, but it seemed there was no coming back from that.
TO BE CONTINUED