This is the story of how I first became a werewolf and let me tell you, it's not for the faint of heart. It happened in early fall, a year before the summer I finally got my hot room-mate, Jeff, to fuck my ass real good. The summer before that, Jeff wouldn't even give me the time of day or hardly look at me. Then it got even worse when September rolled around. All of his guy friends came back into town for Fall classes and when they all got together they liked to fuck with me and tease me, calling me "The Old Man On Campus". Jeff stopped completely ignoring me but seemed to do everything he could to try and hurt my feelings. He was always hanging out with his hot, young buds and whenever I walked by they'd point and laugh. Don't get me wrong, a couple of my room-mates who moved back in were guys with big thick cocks that were nice to look at. But none of them would let me do anything other than stare and drool at them. At night I'd take long, lonely walks around campus by myself. Occasionally I would hit a "cruisy" toilet in one of the campus buildings' restrooms. I'd suck a nice, young student cock or I'd get one of them to fuck my ass real good. Yeah, I still got alot of action on campus but alot of times it left me feeling empty inside. I'd been going to New Moon University for 9 years and still hadn't even declared a major. I started to think that maybe I was nothing but a loser.

I think it was the second week of September when the carnival came to town. It was this special carnival that seemed to cater to college towns. They'd sponsor wet T-shirt contests and had bands play; they'd have kegs sitting all over the place and let anybody who wanted take a drink of the beer, how ever much they wanted, for free. They wanted to get all the student's good and drunk so they could charge them insane prices for the rides and food, and plus a young drunken college student was always easy prey for the carnies to hustle and pick their pockets.

I knew that Jeff and my other room-mates would be going but I didn't feel like tagging along with them and having to endure all their teasing. So that first night the carnival was in town I just hung out at the University library restroom, sitting on the toilet and pretending to go. Every time I saw a guy get in the stall next to me I'd just look at the glory hole that was carved in the stall wall and wait to see if a dick would be coming through it. I think I sucked about five cocks and drank at least a quart of jizz before I felt good enough that I could check out the carnival myself without feeling too depressed.

The last cock I sucked was so big and thick and juicy that I didn't even want to wipe the jizz off my face. To tell you the truth I knew whose cock it was, too. It the dick of one of the school's werewolf folklore professors, this nice-looking dude in his early thirties, Professor Wolfstein. He actually was a favorite among alot of the girls at the schoool and rumors abounded that he had fucked quite a few of his female students. But I knew that this "straight guy" liked getting his cock sucked by a man because only us dudes knew what we wanted, how to lick the tip of the dick just right; how to let that fat, thick cock ease its way down our throats while we sucked that thing for all its worth, and in Professor Wolfstein's case it was worth ALOT, let me tell you.

I knew it was Professor Wolfstein's cock because he wore these bright red ruby dress shoes all the time. I saw the tips of those ruby dress shoes peeking out from underneath the stall wall and knew that any moment I'd also see a big dick poking out of the hole, smiling at me in its preciousness like a snake hissing, a wild reptile rattle just daring someone to put it in his mouth. I'd sucked Professor Wolfstein's cock I dunno, maybe 30 or 40 times and every time I always waited at least four or five hours to wipe his cum off my face because I loved having it tingle my cheeks and sit there on the tip of my nose like a trophy telling me that my life indeed did have a purpose, that even though Jeff and his snotty friends would have nothing to do with me there was plenty of people that WOULD and Professor Wolfstein's cum all over my face seemed a nice reminder of that.

I remember sitting on the stool that evening when Wolfstein came in. I'd already sucked 4 cocks through the hole. Admittedly, I was "binging," feeling lonely and depressed and drowning my sorrows in cum. I'd been sitting in the stall for 7 hours straight and at one point the library's janitor came in and asked me if I was okay. Yeah, I was more than okay, I told him, and it wasn't long before the janitor stuck his cock through the glory hole and became cock #4 that got sucked. Hahahahahahaha. So when Professor Wolfstein came in I had a belly full of jizz and was starting to feel a little drunk on the stuff. It felt like I had a fever and I started drooling and foaming at the mouth when I looked down and saw the tips of those pretty, beautiful red ruby loafers Wolfstein wore. What was even more beautiful was the gorgeous, thick cock he poked through the hole. I just sat on the stool and stared at it in awe for a few seconds, then shoook my head in disbelief of my luck as I slowly began to lick the throbbing tip of his pulsating prick.