Date: Mon, 20 Jul 2020 02:04:30 +0000 From: Kid Werewolf Subject: Playing Werewolves - Part 1 This story features two boys engaging in mutual and consensual sexual activities. If this sort of content is not legal to read in your country, or if you are under the age of 18, please stop reading and leave this site immediately. Although inspired by real events, this is a purely fictional account; in fact some of the details of the story are intentionally anachronistic to protect the identity of the author. None of the characters are real and the events described in the story did not happen in real life. Really wish they had, though. Please contribute to Nifty's server costs if you can. PLAYING WEREWOLVES ================== Part 1 A lot of kids make discoveries about themselves in unusual ways. It's not always as simple as a 5th or 6th grader seeing a picture of a naked woman and ending up with the first boner they ever worked to climax. Even for those of us who gravitated towards the male anatomy more than female, it wasn't always the typical story of getting aroused by classmates or the random happenstance of curiously playing with our dicks just to see what would happen. Some of us had more interesting paths to discovering our bodies, and my story is one of those more interesting tales. Before I even knew what a penis really was, I discovered an unusual thrill in watching transformations. There were cartoons on TV where characters would regularly transform, whether it was Bruce Banner's dramatic transformation into the Incredible Hulk, or Prince Adam of Eternia raising his sword aloft to become the hyper-masculine He-Man, or a host of B-squad animated shows with one-off episodes where some random character would transform in great detail into a werewolf or some other beast. I would watch these shows with hands over my eyes, terrified of the things that were happening to the bodies of these men (and they were ALWAYS men, I remember that). But there was always a crack between the fingers to peek through, because as scared as I was to see Banner's clothes tear away amidst a background of thunder and lightning, something about these scenes made it impossible for me to look away. And by the time I hit about eight years old, transformation scenes had become something I actively sought out rather than run away from. I was a scrawny kid growing up, inheriting the hyperactive thyroid condition that my dad's side of the family had. This, coupled with me never really fitting in with the cool kids at school, made me the target of a lot of bullying and verbal abuse from classmates. I retreated to cartoons and video games during this time. It was right around 5th grade, the same general time frame that the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles were at the height of their popularity, that I had begun to internalize the concept of transformation as something I wished I could do myself. After all, if I were able to turn into a werewolf, I'd be bigger and stronger, and I'd be able to get revenge on the bullies that kept harrassing me, all while being able to keep my other form a secret. Nobody would know that the nerd they kept picking on had the power to become a monster. It was also around this time that I made another discovery - something a little more familiar to the rest of you. It began as an idle rubbing of my groin against my mattress through my pajamas at night when I got stiff. It wouldn't be long, though, before I was stripping down to nakedness under the covers and thrusting my always-hard rod against the mattress, humping and delighting in the sensations that it produced. The night that I did it enough to trigger an orgasm was nothing short of magical - I felt the tingly pressure rising in my crotch as I humped my bed, building and building until it crashed like a tidal wave over my body, gasping quietly so as not to wake my parents in the other bedroom while my boner throbbed and my body shook. From that night onward, I started looking at my fascination with transformation in a whole new light. Now, any scene involving transformation caused me to get hard in my pants. My eyes would be fixated on the screen as I'd watch the hapless victim of whatever magical spell had been cast or mutagenic ooze they'd been exposed to caused their bodies to change, their clothes to tear off, their muscles to grow, their teeth to sharpen. The looks on the characters' faces were supposed to indicate pain and fear at what was happening to them, but in my mind all I could think was that their facial expressions and the noises they sounded suspiciously similar to the noises and faces I made when that good feeling came over me - and at night, the scene would replay in my mind as I frantically humped my bed yet again to get that blissful feeling before I finally went to sleep. In my warped mind, there was only one way to explain the incredible sensations I was getting each night. It wasn't "cumming" - I hadn't even heard that word yet. I was transforming. As I progressed through middle school, I was having at least two "transformations" every day - one after school, and one at night. I also learned the more conventional method of jerking off, and towards the end of the school year in 7th grade, started squirting drops of clear fluid when the climax hit. By this point I'd learned in school (both through formal sex ed classes and the typical talk in the locker rooms and blacktop during PE) what all of this sex stuff was really about, but that didn't stop my fantasies from growing more and more vivid. I was also starting to notice the characters in these cartoons - again, exclusively male - exposed a lot of bare skin when they transformed, and whenever they changed back they'd barely have any clothes on except for a torn pair of pants, allowing them to show off their well-defined chests and abs. As I started making my way through the first stages of puberty, my transformation fantasies became more and more vivid. Some nights I would even get down on my hands and knees in middle of the bedroom floor and start writhing and moaning, doing the best I could to mimic the actions of what I'd seen on TV in the past. Of course, this would always leave me with an erection that I would be working on as part of the "transformation". I came to love that point of no return before orgasm, as it reminded me of those final moments during a transformation scene where the character was just about to lose their grip on humanity and the beast was ready to take over. Of course, I did make sure to keep all of this a closely-guarded secret, both to my family and my classmates. Bad enough to have anyone find out you were getting turned on by other boys; if they found out what was REALLY turning me on I'd be run out of town. Even though I mostly kept to myself as a kid, I did have a few friends during this time. One of them, Jesse, went to a year-round school, but lived only about a block away so we still got to see each other a lot. He was about three inches shorter than me but more fit, with a shaggy mop of light brown hair that looked like it never needed combing. His parents owned a furniture shop in town and were rather successful, meaning he lived in a nicer house with a big front yard, plus he was the one with the most Nintendo games in the neighborhood - the #1 status symbol for kids during that time period. He wasn't the irredeemable dork that I was, but he was in a similar category of being more into comics and cartoons than sports and rock music, so we fell in together rather well. We'd even sleep over at each other's house quite often, mainly in the summer. And of course, it was one fateful summer sleepover, that things took a turn. After plenty of begging, Jesse had convinced his dad to rent a couple of movies that we could watch in his room that night. One of them was a silly PG-rated comedy that I could barely remember. But the other was a movie that I had "innocently" suggested that the two of us could watch when his parents were asleep: a horror flick from the early '80s called An American Werewolf in London. I'd never seen the movie before, but judging by the box that the tape came in, it looked promising enough. I guess now would be a good time to explain to people who aren't transformation enthusiasts that AWIL is basically the Holy Grail of werewolf movies. Even now, almost 40 years after the fact, the scene of David Naughton's character transforming into a werewolf for the first time is considered by many of us to be one of the best transformation sequences of all time. Thw raw sexual energy of this man who immediately strips naked on camera when the change hits, then gradually, moment by moment, loses his humanity to the curse he's been subjected to, is just off the charts. The scene culminates in a close-up of David's face pushing out into a muzzle - a money shot if there ever was one. So the movie begins, and Jesse and I sit on the floor to watch. David gets stricken with the curse right away, and the next hour or so is spent in wild anticipation of when he's going to change. I can sense the moment approaching - there's a scene where David is impatiently looking for ways to pass the time on the evening of the full moon, still skeptical of what's going to happen. As David's transformation approaches, I can feel my cock swell to full mast, stiffening up to the point that the front of my shorts are distended with the engorged head. I subtly change my position on the floor, laying down on my stomach so I can try to rub my cock against the carpet through my shorts and relieve a little bit of the pressure. And then, the moment of truth. A shot of a full moon through a hospital window, which cuts to David quietly reading a book, who suddenly shrieks with pain as the change begins. He leaps out of his chair, rips off his shirt, and frantically strips off his jeans and underwear. My eyes are transfixed on the screen as David's hands and feet stretch out, hair begins to grow on his body, and he drops to all fours. I can't resist humping my painfully erect member against the floor. At 13 years old, I'm watching the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life, and I all but forget the fact that someone else is in the room with me. Within two minutes, the scene fully plays out. David's spine and haunches reform, his fur grows out, and we even get a gratuitous full-frontal shot of David's partially-transformed body (even though the crotch has been Ken-dolled). I continue thrusting against the carpeted floor, knowing that I won't be able to stop myself from cumming and just hoping Jesse won't notice. But once David's jaw wrenches forward and his face begins to stretch out into a muzzle, I'm past the point of no return. I squeeze the muscles at the root of my dick, trying my best to resist the freight train that's barrelling down the tracks, but all that does is make the building pressure in my groin even more acute. I'm so wound up my balls are actually tingling. I try and fail to stifle my gasps of total euphoria as my penis throbs beneath me, blasting cum into my briefs, and the greatest orgasm of my young life sends shudders through my body. It takes a full minute for me to come back to my senses, and that's when I realize that Jesse's paused the movie, and I can feel his eyes on me as I slowly recover from my climax. "Dude... are you OK?" I meekly look up at Jesse, expecting to see an expression of disgust or contempt that I've sullied his movie night. But I'm relieved and see no such negativity on his face. I crack a faint smile. "Yeah, I'm fine." I hauled myself back to a seated position, and the wet spot in the front of my shorts is visible even with the TV being the only source of light in the room. Jesse took notice and laughed. "Holy crap, you came a ton just now!" My cheeks were burning with embarrassment. I guess I should've known when I rented this movie that this was a likely outcome. Jesse didn't say anything until the movie was over, and the film ended without incident, even though I could still subconsicously feel the dampness of my underwear against my skin. There's another quick transformation towards the end of the movie, but it's far less detailed, so there wasn't much for me to get excited about. Plus, getting caught humping my best friend's floor is going to put a damper on any further antics. As the credits rolled, Jesse quietly asked, "Can I ask you something?" I kinda knew what he was about to ask, but there wasn't much use in keeping anything a secret now. "What?" "Why did that part make you horny?" I kept quiet. "Come on, man..." Jesse pleaded. "I won't tell anyone." I gave a resolute sigh, and relented. "OK, fine. I kinda have a thing for werewolves." "A 'thing'?" "Yeah, you know. I see someone turning into a werewolf, and it makes me get hard." "Oh. OK. Well... watching you do that, it kinda made me horny too." My jaw dropped. I don't know why this came as such a surprise. I'll bet any boy would get hard by watching another boy work themselves to orgasm right next to him. But that doesn't mean they'd be willing to admit it. That is, unless... "Hey, I got an idea." Jesse grabbed the remote for the VCR and started rewinding the tape. "What are you doing?" "I wanna watch that part again." It took about a minute to get the tape cued up to the right spot. Once it got there, both of us watched again as the main character bolted out of his chair and began stripping off his clothes. David Naughton does look really good naked, whether you're a werewolf fan or not. It's pretty obvious by now that Jesse wants to play around, and his boldness is making my staff rise to attention again. By now, any façade of innocence is long gone, and both of us are squeezing our rods through the front of our clothes. It's funny how quickly things turn frisky once we know the other person is OK with it. Suddenly Jesse stands up, and begins lowering his bottoms. It was easy enough for Jesse to get in the mood: he was wearing a pair of red basketball shorts, so all he had to do was slide them off his bare legs and his groin was fully exposed. Me, I had cargo shorts on, and I quickly learned how difficult it is to unbutton a pair of shorts when there's a stiff peg getting in the way right where the button is. Before long, both of us were naked from the waist down. I couldn't tell you how Jesse's cock measured up, but it complemented his body nicely. Both of us were cut, and the sight of his mushroom cap made my own length get even harder. Watching it the second time through lost some of the novelty of my very first experience, but the pure sexual tension in the room was more than enough to make up for it. I wrapped my hand around my swollen cock, and glanced over at Jesse doing the same thing. The room was now filled with adolescent panting and whimpering as both of us worked our erections vigorously. Once again, the moment David's face began to change into a lupine snout was the moment I felt my nuts pull tight to my body, my muscles clenched, and with a strangled cry I shot a ribbon of juice at the TV, landing on the carpet a few inches away from the screen with a an audible plop. Moments later, Jesse's face crinkled into an expression of orgasmic intensity, and I could hear him whine, "Oh, oh, oh..." as he fired a modest glob of jizz on the floor. Seconds later, our heavy breathing was contrasted in the room by the sound of a werewolf howl, as the movie played on. I looked over at Jesse and smiled. He smiled back. Both of us knew that the fun was only beginning between us.