Date: Tue, 11 Aug 2020 16:09:29 +0000
From: Kid Werewolf <KidWerewolf@protonmail.com>
Subject: Playing Werewolves - Part 4

This story features two boys engaging in mutual and consensual sexual
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A quick recap: I was always interested in cartoon transformations as a
kid. This developed into a sexual fascination right around the time I
discovered masturbation. My friend Jesse caught me humping myself to
orgasm while watching a werewolf movie, and soon after my transformation
fetish was passed onto him. We began spending more time together that
summer, using the transformation clips I'd recorded from TV as the fodder
for our sessions. During an outdoor sleepover, Jesse suggested we "play
werewolves", which turned into the two of us humping each other to the
most amazing climaxes each of us had ever had.

And now, the final chapter...

PLAYING WEREWOLVES
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Part 4

The internet changed everything.

You have to realize - when you were a kid growing up in the '90s, you
really didn't know what was going on outside your own little bubble.
There could be a million people out there who share your interests, but
you'd never know it because you had no way of seeking these people out.
When my family finally got a computer and an internet connection in the
mid to late '90s, I finally had a chance to look for information on
things that I never would have been able to find before.

The summer was over and I was starting on 8th grade when my dad finally
got us a PC. It sat in the family room, and it seemed like one member of
the family was on it at all times. We had dial-up modems back then that
tied up the phone lines, so the actual amount of time we spent online was
rather limited, but since I usually got home from school before either of
my parents returned from work, I usually had about an hour of internet
access to myself, and you can imagine what I was doing with that time!

You guessed it - looking up video game codes and checking out stupid joke
websites.

It might seem silly in hindsight, but for at least the first month or two
of having the internet, I actually behaved online. Part of it was because
I hadn't thought to look up anything that would've stimulated me that
way, and part of it was because my dad was pretty serious about internet
security at the time. He warned me quite a bit about viruses and hackers
and people pretending to be someone they aren't, and I actually took
quite a bit of it to heart. And of course, now that school was back in
session I didn't have nearly as much free time to play around with Jesse.
I still had frequent solo sessions at night, and a couple times a week I
would come home with a boner that just had to be taken care of, but even
in those situations I was either retreating to my bedroom or, if I felt
really adventurous, using the same videotaped clips that Jesse and I had
used during the summer.

But one Friday afternoon when I had no homework to do and an hour to kill
online, I fired up the modem and opened up Netscape Navigator. Directing
it to Yahoo seach (because Google wasn't a thing yet), I typed in one
simple, seemingly innocuous word: "werewolves".

The results were pretty tame at the outset - pages about werewolf movies,
old werewolf lore, maybe some professional artwork done from someone like
Boris Vallejo. Stuff that was definitely interesting but certainly wasn't
going to turn my crank in any meaningful way.
But further down the list of page results was a site name that definitely
caught my eye: the Transformation Graphics Archive.

I clicked on the link, and it was clear by the time it fully loaded that
I'd hit a motherlode.

Dozens of picture sequences of transformations from TV and film,
including many I hadn't seen before or had a chance to record. Even a few
video files for people willing to sit through the ridiculous wait times.
I eagerly tore my way through as much of the archive as time would allow,
rubbing myself through my pants the whole time. I dared not unzip and
whip it out right there in case someone came home early from work, but
once I logged off, I went straight into my bedroom and quietly worked off
the tension that had built up until I blasted all over my chest and
stomach.

The following week, any free time I had alone on the computer I was
spending on further exploring this new online frontier. There were a
handful of sites that dealt in the same field, and there were plenty of
links to send me to more and more sites, and for the first time I was
happening upon more mature-audience material. Most of it was female,
which by this point I had little use for, but an artist simply named "The
Werewolf" gave me my first glimpse of erotic art. The picture was tiny
and grayscale, but that didn't matter, because it was clear what was
going on: a werewolf with his penis on full display, with a look of
surprise on his face as he shot an arc of semen high into the air.

My hand immediately went to my crotch when I saw this.

The selection was limited, but what was available sent my arousal into
the stratosphere! I couldn't believe that drawings like this existed. I
started seeing the word "furry" pop up more and more in my explorations,
and what I was looking at had less to do with transformations and more to
do with just the general anthropomorphic form, but my puberty-influenced
brain made the connection right away. There were a handful of artists
that specialized in transformation art, and others that focused on erotic
werewolf stuff, and I loved it all! I even printed up some of the stories
and pictures I came across while nobody else was home and hid them in my
room for nighttime material.

It's kind of embarrassing to say, but these drawings were honestly the
first time I saw depictions of actual sex. I'd heard of the terms on the
playground and we were all familiar with the universal "jacking off"
motion, but when I saw a picture of an anthropomorphic canine with a look
of rapture on its face as another canine had another wolf was busy
sucking him off, it was the first time I ever put two and two together
when it came to oral sex. Anal sex between two males on the internet was
almost impossible to come by, but enough pics of a male wolf fully
penetrating a female made it clear that a penis was supposed to be
inserted somewhere to work.

(It would be about six months before I'd learn about things like canine
knots and tying, and that only added another layer of intrigue to my
usual self-abusive escapades. It's a good thing we didn't have a dog or
else I might've tried a little hands-on exploration there too!)

Naturally, as I got off to all of this new stimuli, the back of my mind
was thinking about what I could try with Jesse the next time I had a
chance!

Jesse and I still played together like normal kids, but with school in
session and parents always around, opportunities were far less common to
go any further than that. That is, until late October, when school had
one of their inservice days that allowed the students an extra day off. I
called Jesse that Friday morning to double-check that the coast was
clear, and in a matter of minutes he was at my front door.

"Dude, this is so cool!" Jesse said in amazement as fired up the computer
and the modem made screeching noises. "Dad said he wants to get a
computer soon but he hasn't had time to go shopping for one yet."

"I can't wait 'til you get one," I said with excitement. "We can start
talking on the internet and won't have to worry so much about whether
either of us can come over or not."

"Aww, I like coming over," Jesse whined, wrapping his hands around my
chest from behind and giving me a soft peck on the top of my head.
"That's when we get to have the most fun."

I looked back up at Jesse and smiled. "Just wait. We're gonna have some
real fun today."

The internet was a maze of links back then, but by this point I knew
exactly what to click on each page to get to one of the places I really
wanted to show Jesse.

Bender's Werewolves in Suburbia was the name of the site, and it was the
hottest site on the early internet for a couple of budding transformation
fetishists. It featured artwork from a handful of different artists,
including one called K-9 that featured some of the most amazing pictures
you could find at the time. Some were in color, some were black and
white, but all of the characters he drew were lupine, male, and fully
erect.

"Shit, this is so hot!" Jesse marveled.

I was getting too wound up for my clothes. "God damn, I need to get these
off," I huffed as I rose from the chair and worked on the fly of my
pants.

Jesse didn't need any more encouragement - in an instant his shirt was
off and he began unzipping out of his own trousers.

I clicked through the pictures one at a time, giving both of us plenty of
time to linger on each one while tended to our swollen rods. We stopped
at a picture of a gray wolf on his knees, happily licking the tip of a
brown wolf's suspiciously human penis.

"Oh man," I gasped, already getting close to the edge. "That's gotta feel
amazing."

"Hell yeah it does," Jesse replied.

I looked over at Jesse behind me. "Really? You've sucked a guy's dick
before?"

"Yeah, with my cousin. He loves it when I do it to him."

So that's how he knew so much! I had a feeling that someone else had
shown him the ropes, but knowing that it was his cousin - a high school
junior on the swim team who had an absolutely perfect body, even if he
wasn't a werewolf - it suddenly clicked why Jesse was so into it when we
fooled around. I'd be a sex maniac too if I had such a hot guy teaching
me how my dick worked.

"You wanna try it?"

No need for words here. I immediately backed up the swivel chair I was
sitting in to give Jesse room to operate. Jesse climbed onto the floor,
kneeling directly in front of me. He looked me in the eyes, a crooked
smile on his face. "Ready?"

I nodded and closed my eyes, bracing for what was about to happen.
Jesse's fingers wrapped themselves around my erection, and I had to
stifle a loud moan when I felt a warm, moist sensation envelop my length.

"Ungh!" I choked. "Oh God, Jesse!" My eyes snapped open, and once again
my field of vision was filled with the image of two anthropomorphic
wolves in the throes of oral sex. I imagined myself as the brown wolf,
standing on his tiptoes, eyes closed in ecstacy as my cock was being
licked and sucked by Jesse, the gray wolf, his own erection jutting out
proudly between his legs and dripping precum despite not having any
stimulation done to it. Jesse's hand curled under my scrotum, where hairs
were just starting to grow, and gave them a delicate massage while his
lips and tongue continued to work their magic.

Once again, it was that picture on the screen that added the missing
ingredient for me. In my heightened state of stimulation, it didn't take
long for the pressure to boil over, and since Jesse was the one in charge
of the action, I didn't even have a chance to hold it back - it swelled,
and then it burst, and then it pulsed, over, and over, and over again. I
reached fruitlessly for Jesse's shoulders and leaned hard against the
back of the chair, grunting and gasping, seeing stars the whole time.

I finally opened my eyes when it was all over and I felt my softening
member slide out of Jesse's mouth. He gave no indications of spitting out
what I fed him, so I had to assume that he'd swallowed it.

"So how was it?" Jesse asked with a less-than-innocent smile on his face.

I gave the only answer my brain could put together. "Fuck, that was
incredible!"

We got dressed again and logged off for the time being, going back to
typical middle-school activities like video games and shooting hoops. But
when we came back inside for lunch, the two of us sat at the kitchen
table with a big plate of microwaved pizza rolls.

We got back on the computer, and even though we did spend a little bit of
time on a couple of joke sites and other innocuous places, we both soon
got the itch to venture back down the dark alleys of the internet again.
This time around we toured a story archive, which featured a whole bunch
of erotic stories about furries and transformations. We quickly learned
what symbols like "M/M" and "TF" meant, and our eyes were soon drawn to
stories that included both. The graphic descriptions of cocks getting
hard and shooting in the immediate aftermath of a transformation was
getting me so hot I almost got dizzy.

One of the stories hit especially close to home: it was about an orphaned
boy who had been  warned from a young age to beware of werewolves, only
to be seduced and transformed by a young werewolf when he tried to escape
the orphanage.

The story culminates in a scene where the werewolf passes the curse onto
the boy by mounting him from behind and shooting his seed into the boy,
triggering his first transformation. Once again, the fact that I was
reading a story about a boy my age getting transformed, and description
of how the werewolf was turning him, sent my arousal into hyperdrive.
Jesse was following along with the story too, and I could tell it was
getting to him by the way he got on his knees next to the chair and
started pawing at his own boner.

I looked over at Jesse and smiled. "I need to print out a copy of this
one!"

"Print one out for me, too," Jesse requested. "Hey... you want to go back
into your bedroom and... play werewolves?" He gave an evil grin.

Before I even knew what was happening, the two of us were naked in my
room, with two copies of the story we just read printed out and sitting
on top of my bed.

"Who wants to be the werewolf first?" Jesse asked.

"You start," I replied.

"I was hoping you'd say that," he said back. "That story gave me some
ideas."

Jesse guided me onto my hands and knees in the middle of the floor. It
was a familiar postion for me; there were nights during the summer when I
would get on all fours and pretend I was in the middle of a werewolf
transformation, stroking myself to a wicked climax as I thrashed and
snarled.

Once I was in place, Jesse came up behind me. "You know, I never was able
to get you back for biting me last night you spent the night."

"Are you gonna bite me back?" I asked, slowly getting into character.

"Nah, I don't bite. I've found other ways to pass the gift onto other
people. And my way is a lot more fun."

Suddenly I felt something warm and rigid press against the cleft of my
ass.

"This is gonna hurt a little, but I think you'll like it."

I glanced back at Jesse, with a look of pure lust on his face. He
squeezed his penis hard, causing a bit of precum to ooze out the tip,
which he then spread around the entire head. A moment later I felt the
tip of his cock press against my entrance. "Are you ready to become a
werewolf?"

I wasn't sure what to expect, but trusted Jesse enough to go along with
it. Plus, the whole concept of turning into a werewolf by having sex with
one was clouding my judgment. Even though it wasn't real, I would've been
more than eager to give myself up to a beast boy if Jesse really was one.
I gave Jesse a consenting nod.

Jesse thrust forward, and I felt myself stretch around Jesse's cock.
There was a little bit of pain along the ring of my entrance, but it was
offset by this feeling of fullness and warmth where Jesse was inside me.
I let out a long, ragged gasp as I slowly got used to Jesse's length.

After about ten seconds of stillness, I felt the alien sensation of
Jesse's penis sliding back, almost until it completely slipped out, then
thrust back in again. I hadn't learned what a prostate was yet, but when
Jesse hit it for the first time I began seeing stars. Jesse's rhythm
slowly picked up steam, and his once tentative thrusts became quicker and
more confident.

I was lost in another world. "Oh fuck, Jesse, don't stop...!" I
envisioned Jesse becoming increasingly feral behind me, the cute
adolescent features giving way to more bestial and carnal ones. I was so
hard that my own cock was barely even moving despite the increased
pistoning of Jesse's hips against mine. The room was filled with the
sounds of our panting and gasping combined with the occasional slap of
Jesse's skin against me. Without warning, I felt my balls start to churn
heavily, and the muscles near the base of my penis tighten up like a
rubber band about to snap. I started moaning, desperate to grab at my
cock before it blew but afraid my other arm would give out. Every muscle
in my body clenched. I didn't want it to be over so soon but knew I was
already past the point of no return. My eyes shut hard and my jaws open
as wide as they could, emulating that moment from An American Werewolf in
London when David's face prepared to stretch out into a lupine muzzle.
This was it - the closest thing I'd ever get in real life to the euphoric
power rush of an actual werewolf transformation. And then it all let
loose - the willpower gave out and I exploded. If I was able to see it, I
would've marveled at how much and how far I shot. It splattered a good
six inches past me, landing on the floor in front of me in a series of
whitish stripes against the beige carpet. Meanwhile, in the back of my
mind, I felt the muscles of my ass clench around Jesse's member, which
had a predictable effect on him. Not long after I spilled my own seed,
Jesse let out an "oh fuck" of his own, slamming himself as far into me as
he could as his dick twitched and kicked inside me, filling me with
scalding hot seed.

We stayed in that position for a full minute, letting our heart rates and
our breathing return to normal. Once I finally had control of my
faculties, I knew there was only one thing for me to do. With Jesse still
inside me and the intensity of the moment fading, I tilted my head up
towards the ceiling... and howled.

"Ahhh-rooooooo..."

It felt a bit silly, but in that moment I really felt like I'd just
undergone an incredible transformation, even if all the two of us did was
have sex. But any awkwardness of the scene melted away when Jesse joined
in with a howl of his own, our voices harmonizing for a brief moment.
Both of us finally separated, Jesse's deflating cock slipping easily out
of me. We both collapsed on the floor, side by side.

I looked over at Jesse and smiled. My heart swelled with affection. "That
was amazing."

Jesse took my hand into his and smiled back. "Yeah. I've never felt it
that good before. I really like doing this stuff with you."

"Absolutely," I said back. "Just promise me one thing."

"What's that?"

"I get to be the werewolf next time."

Jesse let out a disarming laugh. "You got it."

I rolled up on top of him, our naked bodies smashed together, and kissed
him on the lips. We stayed that way for a few minutes, then we finally
got up off the floor and got our clothes back on. None too soon, either;
in about ten minutes' time, my mom's car pulled into the driveway.

Jesse and I continued our antics through middle school, and for the first
year of high school. Jesse eventually started dating girls, and even
though he confided in me that he was bisexual, the summer of our freshman
year was the last time the two of us did anything together. I wasn't
ready to come out of the closet just yet, but once I started college I
was able to explore things a lot more openly. I also got a lot more
involved in the furry community - I created a werewolf "fursona" and
started chatting with other werewolf fans online. There isn't as much
quality transformation content in mass media nowadays - most of it is
either low-budget CGI animation or overly complicated scenes where the
director is trying to be clever and use weird angles or editing so
there's no "money shot". But the art community has more than made up for
it, and there's a steady stream of transformation and werewolf content
out there to get me excited.

Now if you'll excuse me, there's a full moon out right now and I promised
my husband we'd play werewolves tonight. Howling at the moon after your
mate is fucking you senseless is something that never gets old.




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