With my cock hard and throbbing to slide inside Jeff's gorgeous armpit I went to class to take my gay werewolf folklore test. I had studied all night and fully deserved to get a good grade but all throughout taking the test I couldn't remember a damn thing about gay werewolves, their history, customs, culture nor philosophy. All I could think of was Jeff's beautiful blonde, soft sweaty armpit hairs and his nice, big young cock in my mouth . . . . or maybe in my ass? The thought of Jeff's pulsating hard dick ramming into my tight bunghole sent shivers down my spine. My face became beet red as I sat at my desk. I kept pressing my pencil harder and harder against the test booklet until the lead snapped.

Then to my shock I looked at my the top of my hands and noticed they were sprouting hairs. Soft patches of brown hair began to grow on them and I felt a tingling sensation on my chest. Frantic, I unbuttoned my shirt to see that, yes, hair was growing on my chest right before my eyes. My cock began to wiggle; it began to squirm. My testicles trembled inside my underwear and I knew I wouldn't get a single damn question answered on the test so I stormed out of the classroom and ran into the nearest restroom. I went into a toilet stall and just sat on the stool shivering and shaking, wondering what to do and what was happening to me. It had been a week since my boss at the Howling Jalapeno Mexican restaurant where I work had bitten me. Was he a werewolf and had he turned me into one, too?

I looked in the restroom mirror and noticed that my face hadn't changed, there were no more hairs growing on it than usual. It was just on my hands and chest that I saw the fur growing, so I figured it must not be a full moon yet, that my partial transformation was due to an overload of hormonal juices caused by my lust for Jeff's armpit. In the future, obviously, I would start paying close attention to the lunar calendar but at the time I wasn't sure what was going on with me. All I knew was that I had flunked my fucking test and that SOMETHING had to be done about my obsession with Jeff, that I either had to get what I wanted from him sexually or move out of the apartment because being around him so much was going to ruin me, I just knew it.