The Mexicans all stood outside the tent, exchanging money and throwing pesos on the ground, apparently making some sort of bet on when Lycanpit would cum . . . . or perhaps when he and Ronnie were going to eat ME the way they'd let me eat their Mexican food? College students all stood on top of the picnic tables. They were throwing tacos, burritos and refried beans all over the place, swigging beer and shouting at the top of their lungs as they watched the spectacle. I was oblivious to eat it all, though I did feel refried beans being splattered on my back all I cared about was the juicy cock I had in my mouth, a cock that even rivaled Professor Wolfstein's. Yes, it had been a very good day for dick sucking and I lost all the hard feelings I'd felt earlier over how Jeff and his buddies wouldn't let me in on any of their reindeer games. I was obviously playing with the big boys now, the real men with hairy chests and uncut cocks who growled and howled and didn't give a damn about how big of amess they'd made. I still knew there was a price to be paid for all the fun I was having but until that was revealed I was gonna suck Lycanpit's cock until he came all over my face and drowned me in an ocean of his testosterone saturated sperm.

Soon Lycanpit began to groan and for the first time I looked up at him and saw what was going on. He had his big arms upraised and his armpits were covered in more hair than I'd ever seen there. Underneath each of his arms was a mass of kinky, black curly, glistening hair that looked like a small hedge! At first I thought he was groaning because he was about to cum but I noticed that his armpit hairs were getting longer and longer and when they stretched out from the follicles beneath his skin it was causing him great pain. What sort of creature was I dealing with here, I wondered? Surely this was no human being, and even if he was human he was definitely afflicted with something out of this world. I thought of the moon that beamed down upon us, all the hair and all the holwing and it began to occur to me that I might be sucking the cock of a werewolf!

The thought thrilled me as I sucked on Lycanpit's cock faster, stroking his large, thick penis as he groaned louder and louder and the armpit hairs grew thicker. I looked up at him as I sucked him off, as I spat on his shaft and nibbled on his foreskin while Ronnie sucked on his balls and licked his inner thighs I somehow knew this man would someday be my master and it might very well happen before sunrise. It was a werewolf cock I was sucking and I wanted him to take me away. I wanted Lycanpit to take me with him, let me travel with his crazy carnival of werewolves and armpits and Mexican food so I could suck his cock every night, lie in bed with him with my cum-smeared face rubbing against his hairy chest after we counted all the money we made from hoardes of drunken college students. I was never going to graduate from New Moon University, anyway, and I wanted to leave town, just follow the moon wherever Lycanpit's traveling caravan took me.