Peter and Mr. Wolf by Tank Bridges
This story is a work of fiction, the characters are not real and any resemblance to anyone real or imaginary is purely coincidental. Some chapters may contain sex between underage boys, family members or sex with Animals. IF you are underage or if you are offended by such material, please stop reading now.
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Characters:
Peter: 15 years old, high school sophomore, 5'7 135 lbs. blond hair, blue eyes, 7 " cock with light blond pubic hair, plays the flute in the high school marching band.
Mr. Wolf: 32 years old, 6'1 195 lbs. very muscular, black hair, greed eyes, 8" inch cock thick and heavily veined, music teacher and director of the high school marching band
Peter had just finished his first week of a two week band camp. So far everything had gone well. He was slowly learning the music, and even more importantly, how to march while playing. He was glad that he had taken Mr. Wolf's advice and selected the flute as his instrument. It was fun to play and Peter had little difficulty marching with it.
His freshmen year in Mr. Wolf's class had been tough and playing the flute had not come easily. But Peter had persevered and now it was really paying off. Mr. Wolf was an excellent teacher. And it didn't hurt that he was also extremely hot. Peter often found himself staring at Mr. Wolf during music class and had even lost his place a time or two. Once Peter had even popped a boner while staring at Mr. Wolf's dick, but he didn't seem to notice, thank God.
Carefully Peter placed his flute back in its case and put the case in his locker. He had missed the school bus and he wanted to get home before it started to get dark. So he left by the rear door which was near his locker just beyond the band room and started home. As he walked several cars pass by. Peter didn't pay them much attention until one of them slowly pulled over along side and rolled down the window. Peter just kept on walking. He had been taught not to talk to strangers and he wasn't about to start now. Suddenly Peter heard his name being call, when he turned to look there behind the wheel of the gray SUV was Mr. Wolf.
Mr. Wolf said hello and asked Peter why he was walking home alone. Peter told Mr. Wolf that his parents had to work late today and couldn't come to pick him up. Peter knew that he wasn't supposed to walk home alone from school, so he braced himself for the lecture that he knew was coming. But instead Mr. Wolf just told Peter to hop in and he would give him a ride home. Peter couldn't believe his luck. Not only did he not have to walk, but he would be riding with Mr. Wolf. Peter was trying hard to hide is excitement. After a few minutes of driving Mr. Wolf asked Peter if he minded stopping by his house. He told Peter that it wouldn't take long, so Peter agreed and they made a brief detour to Mr. Wolf's house.
Mr. Wolf's house was a large stone structure at the end of a dark street. Since Mr. Wolf was a bachelor Peter guessed he liked to keep to himself. Mr. Wolf invited Peter to come in, so they both got out of the car and went into the house. Once inside Mr. Wolf turned on some lights and asked Peter if he wanted something to drink. When Peter said yes, Mr. Wolf brought him a coke from the kitchen and went upstairs. After Mr. Wolf came back down he asked Peter if he was in a hurry to get home. Peter told Mr. Wolf that his parents weren't due home until after 10pm, So Mr. Wolf invited Peter to stay awhile and see his collection of antique musical instruments. Peter told Mr. Wolf that as long as he was home by 10pm it shouldn't be a problem. Mr. Wolf assured Peter that he would be home in plenty of time.
Mr. Wolf opened a large door and Peter could see a long winding stairway that led downward into a dark basement. Mr. Wolf turned on a light and motioned for Peter to follow him. When they reached the bottom of the stairs Peter was amazed. Every wall was filled with musical instruments. There must have been hundreds of them covering every square foot of the basement. Every type and kind you could imagine. Peter had just stepped into a musical wonderland. Mr. Wolf gave Peter a grand tour showing him every instrument and how they were played. When the tour was finished Peter asked Mr. Wolf if there were any instruments that he had missed. Mr. Wolf smiled and said just one, and as Peter looked down he could see that Mr. Wolf was rubbing his crotch.
Peter could see the outline of an enormous rock hard cock. He was stunned. Slowly Mr. Wolf unzipped his pants and took out his cock. It was long and thick and deeply veined. Peter's own cock started to grow in response. Mr. Wolf smiled and slowly took Peter's hand and placed it on his own personal instrument. I think when we are finished our lesson this will be your favorite, Mr. Wolf said as he moved Peter's hand up and down on the shaft of his cock. Gently but firmly Mr. Wolf forced Peter onto his knees. Then he took out a bottle and placed it under Peter's nose and told him to inhale. As Peter slowly inhaled the room began to spin and he felt an odd sensation in his groin. Then Mr. Wolf commanded Peter to PLAY !
Peter took Mr. Wolf's cock deep into his mouth. Then he licked it from the balls to the head like it was a large sweet lollipop. Peter didn't understand what had come over him. He had never felt anything like this. All he wanted to do for the rest of his life was to take Mr. Wolf's cock deep into his mouth and feel it's warmth on his tongue. He licked and sucked the head making small circles. Mr. Wolf moaned and told Peter that he was a natural at sucking cock, a virtuoso. Hearing Mr. Wolf's praise caused Peter to suck even harder, taking more and more of the huge cock down his throat. Both of them so swept away by lust that neither of them noticed the sun as it slowly set. Or the moon as it rose and began to shine its light thru the basement window.
Suddenly and violently Mr. Wolf began to change. Peter knelt there is disbelief as he watched Mr. Wolf's features transform. His ears became long and pointed and thick black fur started to cover his entire body. His hands began turn to paws tipped with long sharp claws. Mr. Wolf's face began to change too as his nose shot out like a muzzle and his teeth became long and canine. His cock also began to change. The head became more pointed and turned red and angry. It was now protruding from a fur lined sheath and his balls became as large as apples and they too were now covered with thick black fur. It lasted only a few seconds, but when it was over the Mr. Wolf that Peter knew was gone and in his place stood a large black wolf.
The Wolf stared down at Peter with bright yellow eyes. Its long tongue was hanging sideways from an open mouth lined with sharp canine teeth. Without warning the Wolf bucked forward forcing its enormous cock deep into Peter's mouth. With its paw the wolf took hold of the back of Peter's head forcing it still as the wolf drove its cock deeper and deeper into Peter's throat. With short quick thrusts it fucked Peter's face never stopping, never allowing Peter to come up for air. Just as Peter thought he would pass out, the wolf stopped.
The wolf lifted Peter up like he was a feather and forced him face down onto a wooden table, sending instruments flying onto the basement floor. Peter could feel the wolf's hot breath on his neck. Slowly it moved its head down Peter's back. Then the wolf began to sniff Peter's ass. Peter could feel drops of saliva running down his crack and lubricating his asshole. Then without mercy or remorse the wolf gave out a blood curdling howl and plunged its cock deep into Peter's asshole.
As the wolf's cock entered Peter's asshole a bolt of electricity shot through his young body. He could hear the wolf's howls echoing off the basements walls. With short powerful thrusts it took Peter's asshole, making him its bitch. As the wolf fucked Peter's asshole, the wolf's knot slowly began to emerge from its sheath. The knot was large and throbbing and it added two inches of length and an inch of girth to the wolf's already enormous cock. With one final thrust the wolf drove its knot into Peter's ass wedging its cock deep inside his asshole and began to release it's cum.
Peter moaned as he felt the wolf's cock plunging into him again and again. Then he felt an immense plug enter his asshole wedging the wolf's cock deep inside his ass. Peter could feel the wolf's cock began to pulse and throb. Then the wolf began to cum. Peter could feel his ass filling up as the wolf released a stream of hot seed deep into his ass. The wolf went on for several minutes empting it's cum deep into Peter's asshole. Then suddenly it was over leaving Peter's ass full to bursting.
After the wolf finished breeding Peter's ass it made several attempts to withdraw its cock from his asshole. But the wolf's cock would not budge. After the third attempt it howled in rage and collapsed onto Peter's back and went still.
Mr. Wolf slowly opened his eyes and saw Peter lying asleep beneath him. His cock was wet and moist and he realized with horror that it was buried deep inside Peter's asshole. Mr. Wolf tried to ease his cock out without waking Peter. But as he slowly removed his cock from the boy's asshole, Peter opened his eyes, and smiled. I still have to be home by 10pm. Mr. Wolf, Peter said with a grin. Relieved Mr. Wolf smiled back and said, I think we can just make it.
The End