I couldn't think of anything else to do but go home. The excessive hair growth on my hands and chest was scaring me. It was still afternoon and the sun was bright and beaming up in the sky. What would happen at night when the moon came out? I looked on the calendar and only a half moon was scheduled for that night so I began to relax a little, but that didn't alleviate the torturesome, overwhelming lust I felt in my head, heart and scrotum for Jeff's soft, blonde succulent armpit hairs on my tongue, between my teeth. And his cock in my mouth, such a juicy, thick hard cock throbbing upon my tongue would be just what I needed! I knew right then and there as I sat on the living room couch squirming that now that I had become a werewolf my sexual desires would take more precendence in my life than ever before.

I just sat there watching soap operas, waiting for Jeff to come home from his swim team practice. I was fully intent on confronting him, challenging his youthful, cocky nature and the way he liked to tease me. His disregard for older guys like me and our generation was getting on my fucking nerves and he had to somehow know that. He'd respect me one way or another. I just sat there naked on the couch, my cock rock hard and standing on end, waiting for this mother fucker, waiting for this handsome hunk of tan-lined, luscious fucking meat to walk in and when he did I'd be making my first werewolf attack.

The fact that the sun was out and there wasn't an impending full moon didn't stop me. I began to ponder that it was the 2000's now and the old ways of being a werewolf had gone by the wayside. No longer would gay werewolves be limited to full moons or night-time to pounce upon their prey. It was on full moons that our powers would become most potent but any old day was a good day to jam my big, thick werewolf cock into some hot college guys' asses and mouths. Any old sunny steamy summer afternoon was a good time to suck a goddam cock dry and howl in the face of all those studs I dared to make moan.