Date: Wed, 29 Dec 2010 23:34:41 -0500
From: p3skyadam@aol.com
Subject: The Were in Me

Okay, a few things first. Make sure its legal to read stuff like this. Also
it's a bit story heavy on this intended first instalment, but other ones
won't be as much so. Have a read through though as it does set the scene
and if ur main focus is the sex part be patient ;). Finally any comments,
praise, questions, dislikers or death threats are all welcome, like hearing
back from readers (you'll be the only reviewers of it too XD) and i
normally send a response. If there's even 2 praises though ill make another
instalment and put it up. Now thats out of the way, kick back and enjoy
some fantasy fiction.

P.S. My e-mail address is p3skyadam@aol.com


The Were in Me

I was home for the holidays.... already crawling the walls. I still had
another week of this place! Jesus... Maybe i should explain why i found
being at home usually somewhat an horrific experience. I'm 19 now and my
name is Adam Harker. I'm currently studying at university in England. Law
and history fresher; and if i get this degree maybe i can make it in the
career world. Not really sure what as like, but apparently a degree is
meant to help in some way. I technically live in the north east, and i
speak as a Geordie and write like one. Mind you, we supposedly have the
most friendly accent of all the English accents, and Cheryl Cole has
boosted our reputation a bit..... supposedly.  In truth its quite rough for
the majority of us, and most are in debt, and the most of them can't really
cope with repaying it. So for the most of my life i was in constant
poverty, relatively. The only saving grace was that my mother was quite
good with money. My father wasn't. After a crisis my parents split up, and
i somehow ended up living with him. I usually had a good relationship with
my family, but it was simply the matter of me and my older brother both
being hurt, and one of us being a bishop and the other a queen in terms of
chess the i ended up being sacrificed so the queen could survive. I was
decimated. My father was too concerned about trying to get my mother back,
and so i locked myself in my room. Alone. I'd usually been alone out in the
world, with having the bizarre ability to seemingly not exist with the same
people on the street. Honestly, even with people i was hanging out with
they'd lose track of me and not be able to see me.... when i was standing
right next to them and had been walking alongside for the better part of an
hour actually talking to them.  I was amazed at that. I'd often dreamed
that this was a bizarre power only i wielded and as i grew up itd grow
stronger, until i could walk in and out of places and take stuff and no one
would notice. Like a ghost. Which is what i felt like; for five long and
lonely years. At university though, i had everything, and that is where i
truly lived; the place i called home. For four months id made true friends,
felt alive and been happy. A week at home for the holidays had brought me
crashing back from the fluffy cloud id gotten used to. I was miserable and
worst of all, alone again.

It was during this time that things became... strange. I'd been alone,
fending the feeling of it off for the day with a couple of spliffs, and it
was getting towards midnight, and with sleep being so far away, having
slept as much as possible during the day to not be awake, that i decided to
roll another. I couldn't smoke it in the house, or else dad would've got
pissy, and when he got pissy he tended pissing away the money he didn't
already have.  I just wish i knew what the hell on; i mean the man makes
good money for a HGV driver.  So i decided to walk down to the park down
the road, it was tucked away behind a row of houses and was hardly ever
used, despite it being in fairly good condition. It was on a hill slope and
was shaped in a 8 form, the bottom being the kids area, the top the
basketball area with a seat ring with a canopy in the corner, hidden away
up on high, and surrounded by hedges or trees. I got there fine despite the
thick snow, ice and a thick mist. But it was as i was smoking that it
really began...

	I was feeling the spliff i was finishing when i heard a growl from
in front of me. I couldn't even see it in the mist. All i could see was
snow. I assumed it was a dog whose owner had left off of the leash. I
waited for a moment, expecting the owner to hear the dog and call him
back. There was nothing. I felt a prickle of adrenaline rush into me, and
the fight and flight response began to kick in; i readied myself to kick
the dogs head in. I began to rise from the seat when i saw it. It took me a
moment to register that it was definitely not a dog. Then another moment to
realise it was a wolf. Another moment... Oh shit it was coming at me! A dog
was bad, a wolf though. These things went for the kill! I reversed my
direction to away back over the seat; shifting from fright to get the fuck
away as quickly as possible. It took maybe a total of 4 seconds from me
seeing it to it lunging at me. It knocked me clean off of the seat ring,
landing in a slush of snow. It stood bearing over me, the two front paws at
either side of my neck and the main body resting over my chest. I believed
i was about to die, so randomly, so unluckily, so me.  I opened my mouth to
scream a final howl to the world. But instead i felt my mouth full. After a
moment of frozen shock it dawned on me i was getting tongued by a wolf, its
mussle matching the gap my mouth made and its tongue massaging my own. I
was dumbstruck. For a moment i debated with serious fear that i was wildly
hallucinating from the green, but no, this was real! I wracked my brain for
options, but nothing came to mind other then either letting this continue,
or try pushing it off and facing its teeth rather then its tongue. What
worried me for some reason was that i was actually enjoying this. I was a
virgin in every sense of the word, and my first true make out was with this
wolf.  It was during this thought that i felt it begin to dry hump my
chest. This couldn't be normal behaviour for a wolf could it? After a
moment though before i could fathom anything out the wolf moved, stepping
forward until direct over my mouth i was panting over its cock, which was
centimetres in front of my face.  It tried to hump, but instinctively i
pushed it away. Only its growls and the baring of teeth stopped me before i
could push it cleanly away. I stopped moving, and breathing. For a tense
minute it was motionless silence, until i breathed in, in the instant my
mouth began to close the wolf thrust forward. 5 inches of wolf cock slid
into my mouth, my lips sealing around the shaft. And more was to come, at
least another several inches, and then that ball at the base. But the wolf
seemed content for now, and thrust slightly to indicate it was waiting for
me to do something. What was i to do!? I couldn't believe that this was
giving me a hard on. I began to give my first ever blowjob, and to a wolf,
a hung wolf. I didn't even know we got wolves in our area. I sucked by
instinct, and finding i actually was enjoying the taste of this wolf, which
seemed to be enjoying this. But soon it began to hump, forcing more and
more down, and i choked as it began to slide into my throat, cutting off
the air supply. My eyes watered, and i began to wonder if i would pass out,
when suddenly i found i could breathe, just barely mind but breathe
nonetheless. I sucked in precious air, before the remaining amount of cock
entered my mouth. It face fucked me, there was no two ways about it. I was
high, i was scared, i was suffocating and stunned by it all, but man i was
loving it. The wolf began to hump faster, beginning to shake and lose the
pace into a wild frienzied attempt to go deeper into me, and get the ball
in. The edges of my vision darkened as i could not breathe, until with a
howl, the wolf came, and wads of thick cum lined my throat, it was like
that for a moment, before the wolf pulled away slowly, dripping more cum
into my mouth and onto my tongue, which licked around for more for the
taste. Then finally i gasped for air, and rolled over as the wolf stepped
away. I rolled over, scrambling to my hands and knees and looked at the
wolf, which looked back, a few steps away from me. As my brain tried to
absorb the facts of what had just happened over the primal enjoyment of it
i realised that the wolf was, in only one word, beautiful, It's golden eyes
shone in the dim street light which barely penetrated the mist, its sleek
coat changed from light gray to dark as it reached higher. I couldn't
believe that any of this had or was happening. The wolf though merely
turned away and began to walk into the trees. Then, and even now i couldn't
understand my actions. I scrambled after it.

It began to run, and i ran after it, at full pelt, but even so i was
falling behind as it effortlessly navigated through the trees while i
jumped on roots, praying the ice wouldn't make me slip. In a short time
though i had lost sight of it. As i tried to stop i slid forward, i tried
to grab a branch but missed, and i fell to the ground; and started to
slide. We'd gone around the hill a bit and the slope made it into a
slide. I felt a stab of panic as i began to pick up speed. I threw my arms
around my head fearful that i would soon hit a tree. Instead, after a
minute of sliding over a thick sheet of ice i came to a rest in a mound of
snow in a clearing in the trees. Standing up carefully i breathed a sigh of
relief that i wasn't hurt. Then i realised i could see the wolf across the
clearing. It hadn't spotted me, and as far as i could tell, it didn't know
i was there. I watched it cross to a pile of colours and then to my horror,
i watched the shape extend, the fur recede, until youthful man stood,
pulling up what i realised were jeans. The was a t shirt on the ground
too. I took a step back, and grimaced at the crunching ice. The guy didn't
even look up. "i'm surprised to find you here." He had an irish accent, and
looked like Collin farrel. These facts entered my brain as i stared at
him. He pushed his hair back as he turned to look at me, and i forced my
eyes to his face rather then his well defined top half.  "I fell" i said,
stupidly.  The momentary fear ebbed. It registered in me that this was a
man, who had forced himself on me, knowing full well what he was
doing. Even worse, i'd enjoyed it. "How dare you!?" i snarled. I took a
step towards him, fists clenched.

"How Fucking Dare You!". He laughed. "you didn't seem to object
earlier...". I took another step, a burning need to punch his smile away
scorched across my chest. " I thought you were a wolf! I thought you'd tear
out my throat if i didn't!" He smiled wickedly. " I AM a wolf. I could
still tear your throat out". I stopped in my tracks. The burning was there,
but buckets of fear threatened to extinguish it. "But you're a human, not
an animal." I spat. He chuckled. "I'm a wolf, a cold blooded killer". My
face went from fury to appalled. "if your a cold blooded killer then why
didn't you kill me back there then?" I was calling his bluff, or least,
what i hoped was his bluff. " He shrugged. "you gave decent head, and i
thought i'd return the favour you did for me." In the outer area of my eye
i could see his jeans begin to stretch and i shook my head. "You're just an
animal" I said in cold fury. He laughed. "Do you not think i can't smell
the lust you have for me even now?" He winked. I was so mind fucked, but i
knew he was speaking the truth. I wanted this beautiful man, only in jeans,
defined muscles, veins on his arms, his slight facial hair, and his
handsome face. My eyes betrayed me, and darted to his jeans which swelled,
barely able to contain the huge member it contained. I was attracted to
him, and my body yearned to reach from him, but my mind screamed at these
impulses. It changed nothing, this man, beast had violated me. I took
several steps forward and swung a punch, directly into that smarmy bastards
face.  I barely had time to note i missed him, as i felt a force buckle my
knees. Suddenly the tenting jeans filled my vision. A hand pressed on my
head and rubbed my face into it. Even through the jeans thick wafts of his
cock filled my nose. My own raging hard on swelled at the smell.  My mind
was losing a battle against my primal instincts. Still though, it sent an
final order out, i punched upwards trying to hit him in the balls. A small
push though on my chest and i was flat on my back. Tears filled my eyes. It
was too much, too much lust, too much anger, too much confusion.

Suddenly his face filled my vision, his beautiful blurry face. Tears began
to stream down my face I tried to raise my arms, to push him away. I wanted
to go back home. At university. But a strong, firm, but gentle pair of
hands forced mine to rest on the ground. "Please... let me go..." I
begged. I closed my eyes. I'd never felt so powerless. All my life i'd had
obstacle after obstacle, and i had to fight to overcome them, or slide by
in the shadows. Never had i had no choice. In me i called for the
invisibleness that i usually was to claim me, so i could disappear like
smoke. I just lay there, waiting for something to happen. My heart was
pounding. My mind was asunder with lightning clouds. It hurt as my mind
battled against my body, my emotions. I was losing my grip on reality. I
tried to find a hand hold. The ground i lay on. Focus on the ground. But
the ground seemed a long way away somehow. There was just the insanity of
the moment. I just needed something to focus on, "just something to keep me
from spinning into chaos" I hadn't even meant to speak.  I was on the verge
of breaking down and sobbing. Soft lips brushed lightly onto mine.  Then
stayed. It was that moment that all else faded away. All that there was
were his lips, and mine. I began to kiss back. After a moment he pulled
away.

I blinked out the tears and stared into his face which looked saddened. He
sat up. I staggered to my feet and ran. "W-wait!" he called after me. But i
was already into the trees. After a minute i collapsed by a bark and rested
my head onto the cool snow. I panted heavily. But only after a few moments
i had the crunching of ice the way i had just come. I held my breath and
laid flat out against the bark. I listened as the crunching grew louder and
louder; and then it began to grow fainter. My mind reeled but something
dawned on me. He let me go. I got up to my feet, this bizarre revelation
sending doubts into my mind. My curiousity burned. Werewolf? A real
werewolf? It was unimaginable.  This guiding thought guided my feet. Soon i
was back at the seat ring, with the man walking away. "..wait..." it was a
weak call, little more so then a whisper. Yet he jumped and span in a
flurry around to face me. Shock etched into his face. "where were you!?" He
took several steps towards where i stood; rooted in place. I frowned. "you
walked straight by me" He shook his head. "thats no possible." I shook my
own head. "its the truth". He was just outside of arms reach and he was
staring at me, as though he was studying me. "I would've smelled you, heard
you, seen you" He leaned in and sniffed. "you're normal, but you're telling
the truth..." he mumbled. I had the feeling he was speaking to and only
for, himself. He took a step towards me, directly in front of me. I threw
my arms around him and clung to him. He was taken aback, not moving out of
my way. "You're not an animal..." I said into his chest. That sad look on
his face had been sympathy or empathy, something human. "Why though? Why!?"
it was the utmost question i wanted, needed answering.

"I, i don't know..." He rested his chin on my shoulder. I could feel his
warm breath on my neck. I shivered but didn't move. "I was an animal. I'm
sorry for what i did to you." "why?" He wrapped his arms around me and
began hugging me to him. "I don't know, i was a wolf, and it just took over
me.." I squeezed him slightly. "it.. it's okay.." I don't know why it was
like, it just was for some reason now. I didn't understand why and what was
happening. But i felt at peace. He began to nuzzle into my neck and i
nuzzled into his shoulder. He began to shake however, his grip tightened. I
pulled away and pushed. I saw his face, and terror swept over me. His eyes
were wild, and gold. He held me tigher and nuzzled harder, his lips
trailing over the skin. "stop it!" i shouted but he couldn't hear me. I
felt pain in the collar bone. He bit me! I felt blood seeping out for a
moment, before it was being sucked out. I tried to scream, but i
couldn't. I could just stand there, and not for much longer. As my strength
left me and i buckled his arms kept me propped upright. He had an erection
and was humping me furiously as he fed. We fell to the ground, him on top,
as he humped against me, harder and faster. I didn't know which was going
to happen first, his climax, or my dying. But finally he raised his head
and with a wolfs howl he again came. The cum soaking through onto my own
crotch. I lay there, as things began to white out slowly. I felt no pain,
just a strange fading sensation. He looked down at me, and i saw the horror
and pain of what he'd just done riddling his face. "what's your name?" he
asked. I struggled to speak; i meant to say i'm Adam but it was too much
effort. " A-Adam" I choked out through the blood in my mouth. "I'm
Sebastian. I'm going to save you." I felt warmth somewhere, but my brain
was shutting down. My eyes shut and consciousness began to collapse around
me. "come back here wehn ...flul....oon..ises.........."

I jumped as i heard the front door close. "what a weird dream" I stroked my
neck. It was solid, and being alive suggested a dream too. It had seemed so
real though. I sat up, and gasped. I wasn't wearing my shirt...