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Jack Meets a Wolf
by PackRat (address defunct)

***

A teenage boy has an encounter with a werewolf. (m-
teen/beast, fantasy)

***

As a young boy, Jack had always loved the night. Its 
secret darkness, it's never seen sounds. Now, all of 
16, he was walking along a moonlit path, enjoying 
himself. Jack knew he should be returning to camp, but 
just a few minutes more of this wonderful solitude... A 
noise?! 

Jack turned, and peered up the path. Nothing there, 
must have been a deer. He scanned the clearing before 
him.... He laughed and hugged himself in youthful 
exuberance. 'Mom always did complain about my 
imagination', he thought, sitting on a rock.

As much as he would like to stay longer, Jack knew he 
would be missed. It was half-past nine now, and it was 
a good 5 miles back to camp. There was that noise 
again... Jack got up, and saw seven feet of the 
biggest, shaggiest something materialize out of the 
woods. It grinned, and way too many teeth gleamed in 
the moonlight. 

"Don't ye know what happens to little boys, who go out 
on the woods, in the night? They get eaten by big, bad, 
wolves!" The half growl, half chuckle, sent a shiver up 
his spine. Jack's mind refused to work. He stood, as 
dumfounded as a deer blinded by car lights, as it loped 
towards him. Only when it was close enough for Jack to 
plainly see it's all-too human eyes, did his body break 
out of its slumber.

Jack turned, and ran. Faster than he had ever run 
before. Not heeding branches, or shrubs, or roots... 
No, No! This can't be happening. But it was. He 
tripped, and fell. A hand-paw latched itself onto his 
ankle. Jack would have screamed, but his vocal cords 
refused to obey their terrified master. Another one 
grabbed his pants leg. 

Jack frantically pulled at his belt buckle, then his 
pants, and zipper. He jerked forward, just as the 
monster tugged, and was propelled flat on his face, his 
shorts pooled around his ankles. Jack kicked them off, 
and ran laughing, as he looked over his shoulder at a 
werewolf who was wearing a pair of jockey shorts, one 
ear sticking out of a leg hole.

The boy ran, and ran, until he couldn't run anymore. He 
stood, bent over, hands on knees, breathing hard. His 
shirt stuck to his sweaty body... Like a bad nightmare, 
his mind refused to dwell on it had seen. The boy 
leaned against a tree, trying to re-gather his breath, 
and work out a stitch in his side... A large furry paw 
clamped hard on the back of his neck, and Jack found 
himself lifted in the air. unable to even open his 
mouth. Paralyzed with fear and exhaustion, he could 
only wait, helpless.

While one paw held him easily, the other ran itself 
across his body, feeling him up through the soaked 
shirt. Something warm, and wet rubbed itself against 
the small of his back, and ran down one butt-cheek, 
leaving a sticky trail. 'What the hell?!' thought Jack. 
If it is going to kill me, why not get on with it. But 
this creature had other plans! The werewolf tossed him 
onto the soft grass, then it lay on top of the 
squirming teenager. He felt its furry body press 
against his chest, and something pointed pressed 
against the valley of his buttocks.

Then three things happened almost at the same time; The 
hand that held his neck, clamped itself across his 
mouth, the other paw dug cruelly into one thigh, and 
the pointed stick that was poking around his neither 
end grew into a sharpened telephone pole, as it plowed 
a furrow in his butt flesh, and forged a passage up 
into his bowels. His anus clamped tightly around the 
slick intruder, as Jack screamed into the furred 
spider, that enveloped his face. 

The creature snarled in his ear, then it jerked him up, 
getting up on the balls of its feet, knees on either 
side of his thighs. Now both paws pulled the boy's ass 
back, until its mammoth member was fully buried, his 
butt pressed into the furred groin, and it's balls 
rubbed his. Then it shoved forward, pressing Jack's 
knees into the ground, putting him in the "doggy" 
position. It rested a moment enjoying the sensation, 
then yanked half the length of its bloodied shaft out, 
and digging both paws cruelly into the boy's chest, 
thumbs raking his nipples, it howled, and slammed in to 
the hilt. 

Again, and again, it's hairy hips compressed his rear, 
a voice full of gravel snarling in his ears, paws 
roaming across his body. Even though this had gone on 
for only a few minutes, Jack thought he was going to 
die. The pain was too great... But young men are 
nothing, of not pliable, and his body got used to the 
intruder.

Tendrils of feeling weaved a complicated pattern across 
his brain. Waves of pain intertwined with pleasure made 
Jack shake his head. There was a third feeling... 
something like a cobweb, there, but not-there. Jack 
wasn't sure who was more surprised by his erection, the 
boy or the wolf. A paw encircled it, moving slowly at 
first, then faster, masturbating the boy with equal, 
but opposite oscillations.

A snarl of lust rippled from Jack's lips, and he bowed 
his back, thrusting back at the animal. It suddenly 
stopped. 'Don't stop now, damnit!' he thought, twisting 
his head sideways, to look at his tormentor. Jack 
didn't believe it! He was actually enjoying this!

The creature grinned at him, then lifted him like a 
stick-doll. Grabbing one of his legs, the Werewolf spun 
the young man on it's cock, so they were now, face to 
face. "I told ya some big, bad, wolf was gonna eat ya!" 
Jack didn't feel the ground, even though the monster 
slammed his shoulders into it. Nor did he notice ten 
claws digging deeply into his buttocks.

The human's entire being consisted of eight inches of 
purple-red flesh, which was getting licked upon, 
nibbled at, and vigorously vacuumed. Jack was sure he 
was going to be torn in two, and he didn't care. A 
silent tree fell on him... The boy babbled, and dug his 
fingers in the grass, as the first orgasm of his young 
life ripped through his neural passages. 

His cock rippled, then spurted into a cavernous maw 
that threatened to suck everything down to his shoes 
into it. He rolled his head, anus squeezing on the hilt 
of the gigantic dick buried in him, and body 
contorting, trying simultaneously to pull the animal's 
groin up to its tail into his anus, and shove 
everything between his chest and his knees into its 
muzzle.

The huge cock swelled, then bucked, as cum poured into 
the still moaning teen, which triggered a second wave, 
which engulfed Jack in warm darkness.... He awoke, in 
his tent. What a weird dream! As soon as he moved, 
aching ass-muscles, a ripped shirt, and a taste most 
indescribable in his mouth, told the boy otherwise. All 
that day, he wondered about it. And couldn't find any 
answers...

**

The moon found him once again sitting on the rock by 
the lake. This time when he heard the growl, he stood 
quietly, and waited. The monster appeared in the woods, 
and moved slowly towards him. The young man broke out 
in a sweat. Part of him wanted to run away, part of him 
wanted to run towards the beast. But, he chewed on his 
lip, and waited. When it was a few feet in front of 
him, it stood up. The Werewolf was covered with fur 
that gleamed golden in the moon's light. He barely came 
up to its huge chest. 

It snarled low, then walked forward, and grabbed his 
shoulder. "So human," the creature grinned down at him, 
"You liked last nigh and want more don't you..."

Jack nodded, not sure about anything, except his cock 
was getting hard, and the scent of the monster was 
making him dizzy. It growled and lifting his shirt, ran 
calloused paws across his hairless chest.

It went down to its knees, and Jack dropped his top 
beside him. A wet nose pressed against one nipple, 
making it hard and the boy squirm. Then warm tongue 
slid across it. The other one was being pawed at. Then 
mouth and paw exchanged breasts. Jack moaned, as the 
tongue lapped its way downward. The paws rubbed his 
crotch, then deftly opened the belt, and pants, 
dropping the cloth to puddle around the teenager's 
ankles. 

Now, the furred appendages rubbed his aching erection, 
and sliding under the waistband, tugged downward. The 
tongue left a sticky trail down the boy's crotch, and 
teased his testicles. Jack caressed the hairy arms, 
while paws dug into his butt again. He grunted through 
clenched teeth. It was all he could do not to beg the 
monster to move the organ of taste that was flicking 
with abandon on his flesh, upwards. The nostrils 
quivered, as a drop of pre-cum squeezed its way out of 
the tortured cock.

A paw detached itself from the young man's buttocks, 
and smeared the sticky fluid across its thin, rubbery 
lips. Jack moaned, the tongue both cleaning off the 
seeping tip, and it's snout. After a century, the mouth 
opened, and Jack yelped, as the horny creature sucked 
his maleness in, suction alone pulling it across the 
teeth. The doggish nose pressed into his crotch, drool 
ran warmly down his balls, while the tongue squashed 
its prisoner against the roof of a muscular mouth. 

Now, both paws ran up his sides, and played with the 
teenager's chest, while the tongue rolled Jack's organ 
around like a cigar. He gasped, and pumped his hips. 
Ecstasy made his breath come in gasps, his hands 
tremble, and his legs jerk, as he fucked that wonderful 
muzzle. Boy turned into animal, as he tossed back his 
head and snarled, balls contracting, as the wildfire of 
orgasm swept though his system. Jack came back to 
reality to find both hands holding onto the Werewolf's 
skull with a death-grip.

But, instead of minding, the monster was trying to coax 
still more ejaculate out of the drained testicles. He 
gasped, shuddering, as the tongue rasped at the very-
sensitive underside of his cock-tip. The monster 
finally let the limp dick slide out, then patted it. 
Jack sighed. He tried to psych himself up to receive 
another buggering. 

Instead, the monster took his hand and placed it on the 
thick pole jutting between it's legs. He could feel it 
throbbing under his palm. He had never seen so big a 
dick before... fascinated, he closed his fingers around 
the flesh, letting then slowly slide down, then back. 
He thrilled, when it expanded in his hand, and the 
creature moaned. It lay on the ground, and let the 
young man do whatever he liked.

Trembling with lust, Jack used both hands to stroke on 
the thick maleness. From the dark reddish tip, to the 
brown sheath, he jerked on it. Eyes glued to the tip, 
he watched the slit open and pre-cum trickled down the 
shaft, and across the back of his hand. Without 
thinking, he licked it off. A strange, wonderful taste 
assailed his tongue. This time, as the monster moaned, 
he gingerly licked on the seeping cock-head. 

All the Werewolf did was drag its claws through the 
grass, and moan, so he lapped it clean. Before the 
young man really knew what he was doing, Jack opened 
his mouth wide, and let the bulbous end rest on his 
tongue. It grew, and more of the stuff ran down into 
his mouth. He swallowed. The suction pulled another 
inch into his crowded oral cavity.

The creature howled softly, as the human continued 
frigging on his erection, and lapping with abandon on 
its maleness. Jack felt the hugeness throb, and the tip 
swelled so big, it pried his jaws apart. Then something 
warm and sticky splashed against the back of his 
throat. He swallowed, hands still busy pulling on the 
thick skin. More of the stuff poured into his mouth. 

Jack suddenly wanted a taste of it. He pulled his head 
back, until just the bulbous tip was collared by his 
teeth. Nothing happened for a moment. Impatient, the 
young man gnawed on the fleshy cock-head. The monster 
shuddered, and thrust his hips up. Cum poured across 
the teenager's tongue. Jack found he liked the 
sweet/salty flavor, and sucked harder, wanting more. 
But, even a Werewolf's balls aren't bottomless.

With one last heave of its loins, it gave up the last 
dregs of it's lust to the youth who still wasn't 
satisfied. At last, finding out that no matter what he 
did, there was no more of the elixir forthcoming, Jack 
let the piece of flesh drop out of his mouth. 

Now, his own cock demanded attention. He knelt on a 
furry chest, and shoved his erection at the hoary 
snout. A pinkish tongue lapped eagerly on the flesh, 
making him moan. Claws, stained with grass and dirt, 
rubbed his smooth buttocks. He grinned, as the mouth 
opened invitingly, reminding him of a crocodile. The 
youth jacked hard and fast on his meat, wanting to blow 
his wad all over the 'doggy'. 

All too soon, the itch built under his balls. Jack 
growled, eyes slitted, as cum spurted out and into the 
waiting maw. Ejaculate ran down its tongue, pooled 
inside its jaws, and was swallowed, even while another 
spurt turned the roof of its mouth into a stick mess.

When the flood turned into a trickle, the monster 
pulled Jack closer, and clamped its teeth around his 
cock-head. All he could do was yell, and twist in an 
iron grip, as the Werewolf taught him about Butterfly-
kissing, and long, slow licks, making sure his 
testicles were as empty as its own were. It swallowed 
one last time, and let the exhausted boy get up off of 
it, but not before planting a wet kiss on his shriveled 
ball-sack. 

The teenage boy went down to the water and washed 
himself off on the cool water. When he turned around, 
the beast was gone. Jack collected his clothes, and 
made his way back to camp. The next day he decided to 
go on a nature hike. He got into a good, strong shirt, 
Levis, and a pair of walking shoes. But, when he got to 
the meeting place, he found himself alone. "Well, at 
least one of you is interested in Nature..."

A gruff voice came from behind him. He turned around, 
to stare into a very familiar pair of green-gray eyes. 
The smile broadened, showing canines just a bit too 
long. Jack returned the grin. 'This may turn out to be 
an interesting summer after all!' He thought.

The End

(C) 1989 - The Brotherhood Of Pan
Written At "The Last Bastion Of Insanity" by "PackRat"

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