Werewolves are Real and One is in Love with Me

The Meeting

It was a normal day. I was walking home from school with my best friend Kyle and we were planning on him spending the night. Obviously we'd sleep together like we have since we were six, but it would feel a lot different seeing as how he was a good five inches taller than me and was chiseled out of stone whereas I was smaller and more toned than muscled. What we weren't expecting when we got home were My parents with very angry looks on their faces.

"What is he doing here?" my mother snarled out.

"I thought you said Kyle could spend the night?"

"No fucking chance in Hell," my father spat out.

"What's gotten into you two?" I asked them.

"We found out your little secret. You know the one about you being a faggot." I was shocked. I mean, I knew my parents weren't really fond of gays, but to refer to me with a slur?

"Don't talk to him that way," Kyle defended.

"Well I suppose it is a good thing that you're here, Kyle. You can take this piece of garbage home with you."

I teared up at my mother's hateful words. I leaned into Kyle and saw the kunai in his sleeve.

"Alex, run." With that, he threw the small blade at my father, nicking his ear and I bolted out that damned house and into the nearby forest. I ran and I ran until the only thing lighting my path was the moon in the sky. I stopped and leaned against a tree to catch my breath. I collapsed and started crying my eyes out, waiting for this nightmare to end. I must've cried for a good five minute when a rustling shook me back to this painful reality.

I looked around, half hoping it would be someone who could help and half hoping it would be someone or something that'd kill me. I looked towards the rustling and saw a pair of glowing red eyes in the bushes.

"If you're going to kill me, just do it. Don't just sit there and watch."

Then, out of the bushes came a creature that I believed to only exist in myths and legends. A werewolf. I'm not talking Twilight werewolf. I'm talking Van Helsing, Beast of Bray Road, get your ass out of Dodge werewolf. He (I could tell by the shoulders and hips) had to be at least eight feet tall slouching. He was armored in powerful muscles and thick gray fur. I closed my eyes as he took large lumbering steps towards me.

I felt his hot breath as he sniffed me. Then, there was something warm and wet that drum across my face. I grimaced as I wiped the werewolf spit off my face and flicked it off my hand. Gross.

"Please. Don't ever do that again." And what ends up happening? I am bombarded with werewolf slobber as he embraced me, pinning my arms to my sides so that I couldn't stop him. I was so distracted by the werewolf saliva on my face that I didn't notice that he'd slipped my jacket off and used his claws to rip off my shirt, giving me no choice but to cuddle close to him so that I wouldn't freeze my butt off. "Turd." And again with the damned tongue. Blegh!

His fur was surprisingly soft and, dare I say it, fluffy. He wrapped his arms around me, picked me up, and carried me somewhere. I was too busy trying to stay warm to notice.

I heard rushing water and turned to see a small creek. I was lifted a little higher as he waded through the creek. I figured that he was going tool carry me the whole way to our destination that I might as well get comfy, so I wrapped my legs around his torso and my arms around his neck. He stopped when I did this and I started to wonder if he didn't like that. When he set me down and placed his hands on either side of me, I thought for sure that I was a dead man. I felt him nuzzling my neck and decided that he must have been trying to comfort me. I don't know why but I smiled and buried my nose in the fur on his neck, breathing in his natural and calming scent.

I didn't know that he had taken my shoes and pants off until I felt the cloud air assault my legs and feet. He started too lick me again, only these licks were sensual rather than the playful licks from earlier. A small moan escaped from between my lips as a primal growl escaped from his throat. Next thing I know, I'm stark naked with a hard-on and an obviously horny werewolf hovering over me. I looked down at his package and HOLYMOTHERFUCKINGGODHESHUGE!

He was at least as big as a wine bottle and he was throbbing and itching to get inside. I calmed down as he ran his hands explored my body and kept it nice and warm. Ok, I've had a really rough day and I didn't care who it was, I really needed to have sex!

I sat up on my knees and he stood up, knowing what it was that I wanted. I licked the very tip of his member as pre started to leak out. I continued licking, moving up and down the shaft before I started to suckle on him. He was so big that I cold only take the first inch of his length.

He pulled away from me so that I could catch my breath. He backs up a good ways away before getting on all fours. Oh no I thought. Don't do it. His leg muscles flexed. Hoe, don't do it! He pounced on me and pinned me to the ground while looking me in the eyes. Oh my god.

He let go of my arms and I put them around his neck. His hands drifted down my body and he lifted my legs up, exsposing my entrance to him. I wrapped my legs around him as best I could and tried to pull him closer to me.

I opened my mouth slightly and felt his tongue slip in and explore the crevices. I ran my hands through his soft fur and grabbed a handful in each hand as he kissed me. We both pulled out of the kiss, a stand of saliva dripping onto me. I felt him press his tip into me and winced. He pressed further in, stretching me out so much that I thought I'd split in half. I tapped on his chest and he pulled out and got up. I adjusted to get on all fours and raised my ass up as high as I could.

It was much less painful taking him this time, and I was able to take him up to his knot. He placed his hands on my hips and slowly began to thrust. He started off slow and gentle, but became rough as he progressed. I came at least twice before his thrusting starting getting harder and sloppier. On his final thrust, he forced his knot into me, causing me to scream in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he emptied his load into me and I came a third time.

He pulled out and flipped me over as he continued to cum onto my chest and stomach, aiming the last few shots at my mouth and face. I lay there, breathless and covered by and filled with werewolf seed. And I was loving every fucking second of it.

He picked me up and carried me back over to the creek and slowly laid me down in it to clean me. When he was finished, he used my torn clothing to dry me off before creating a makeshift bed out of leaves and moss. I laid down on it and he laid next to me and draped his arm over me, protecting my naked form from the harsh environment before uttering a single word.

"Mine."