Summer's End By Douglas Benjamin
This is a short story that introduces my new werewolf series, Pact of the Packmates! Get Book 1 in the series now at http://bit.ly/packmates1nifty
"I've got a secret," Bill said, rubbing his hands through Doug's hair. "Something just between us."
Doug turned to look up at him. He was lying with his head on Bill's belly as the sun set over the beach in the small coastal town. There was no one else around -- this part of the beach was far from the road, a long walk down the cliffs, and they'd made their way there every evening that summer to splash together in the water, to lie in the warm sand, and to kiss.
"Promise you won't wig out?" said Bill.
"Promise," said Doug, rolling over to look at him. They were both in their early twenties, working during the day as lifeguards at the more accessible section of the beach. "What's up?"
"Well, it's just..." Bill's voice trailed off. "We got a good thing, right, you and me?"
Doug laughed. He let his hand trace a line down Bill's leg. "Pretty good, yeah," he said.
"And you can keep a secret?"
"Kept it so far, didn't I?"
"Yeah but this ... my secret is is bigger than what we've been doing," said Bill.
"Bigger?"
Wordlessly, Bill sat up, and started unbuckling his jeans. Doug watched. This was a boundary they had yet to cross. He wasn't expecting them to go this far, despite having spent the whole summer falling in love.
"Promise you won't tell," said Bill, and pulled down his pants to reveal a long shaggy gray tail.
"Holy cow," said Doug, staring. Bill knelt there on the sand, blushing, as his tail slowly swished from side to side. Doug leaned in to inspect it -- the tail was definitely real, growing from Bill's back.
"I figured -- if I couldn't tell you, I couldn't ..." Bill's voice trailed off, and then he struggled to speak again. "Are you -- is it okay? Are you grossed out?"
"This is so darn neat," Doug gasped, gently touching the tail. Bill flinched, surprised.
"Neat?"
"You got a gosh darn tail, man," said Doug. "Look at this! Have you always -- it's kind of sexy."
Bill laughed in relief. "I thought you'd be grossed out," he said.
Doug smiled up at him, and pulled him close in a hug. He could feel Bill's dick stiffening between them. He could feel his own dick stiffening against Bill's.
"So are you like a dogboy or something?" Doug said.
"Werewolf," said Bill, shyly.
Doug laughed in delight. "Holy moly. For real? Like full moons and junk like that?"
"No, that's a myth," said Bill. "I can just change whenever I want."
"Show me," said Doug.
"No, I..."
"Please."
Bill took a deep breath. He closed his eyes. Fur started to swirl over his ears as they stretched up into points.
"Whoa," said Doug, reaching out to touch them. Bill smiled, and before he realized what he was doing, Doug was scratching behind them like he would a pet. "Good boy," he said.
Bill bit his lip, feeling more fur surge across his face, down his neck, over his shoulders and chest and back. "I'm changing more," he said.
"Keep going," said Doug, rubbing Bill's head.
Bill hesitated, then pulled his shirt up over his head, exposing his torso as the fur grew in. Doug's petting extended down Bill's back, stroking the lengthening grey fur.
"Oh that feels good," Bill said. "I've never had someone make it happen. Doug. It feels so good!"
Bill fell forward onto his hands and knees, shivering as the fur swirled over his body. Doug scratched between Bill's shoulder blades, stroked the furry back, caressed the round curves of Bill's ass.
Bill looked up at him with a furry face. His nose was turning black.
"Wait," he said. "I'm not supposed to change this much!"
"Says who?" said Doug.
"It's the rules," said Bill, sitting back and kicking off his pants. He was naked now, covered in a pelt of gray fur. "My whole family is shifters. It's supposed to be our secret. Nobody's supposed to know. And if I change too much, it could take days to change back, and someone might catch me."
"There's really no way to change back faster?" said Bill.
"That's what they've always told me."
"Huh," said Doug. "Well then I guess you're gonna be a wolf for a few days!"
He pounced, tackling Bill, and holding him in a headlock. Bill laughed and squirmed, then gasped as he felt Doug rubbing his chest. "Oh no! You'll change me more!" he exclaimed.
"Let's just see how wolfy you get," said Doug, watching Bill's fur grow more dense.
"Hey, knock it off!" Bill protested, squirming helplessly in Doug's grasp. His hands stretched out in front of him, and Doug watched them shiver and grow furry, the nails extending into claws.
"What a good cuddly boy," Doug teased, and Bill began to calm.
"I'm gonna have to call in sick for a few days until I change back," he said. His feet were starting to stretch out, growing longer, more suited to walking on the balls of his feet. "Oh geez, that feels good when you pet me."
"I can tell," said Doug, reaching down to grasp Bill's cock. Bill gasped, and shuddered, and tensed. At the first touch of Doug's hand, a wet slick of pre-come emerged from the head of his cock. Doug pulled his hand back and released Bill, who scrambled to the side.
Doug looked down at his hand, wet with Bill's pre-come. Then he looked at Bill, hairy and crouching, panting. And then he licked the pre-come from his hand.
He meant it as a sexy move, something daring and bold. But he wasn't expecting it to cause an electric jolt that surged through his body. "Oh fuck!" he exclaimed, feeling that lick of pre-come surge from his tongue to his face to down his shoulders and chest and legs to his feet.
"Are you okay?" Bill said, trotting closer on all fours.
Doug couldn't speak for a moment. He dropped his head, panting, and then lifted it again -- and his nose was black.
Bill growled in surprise, then sniffed closer. "Did you just ... Doug, I think you might be..."
Doug reached up and felt his nose. Then he stuck his tongue out and licked it. He grinned. "Holy shit," he said. "Is it contagious?"
"I ... I dunno," said Bill. "How do you feel?"
"Strong," said Doug, lifting an arm to flex his bicep. It seemed larger. And when he flexed a second time, it surged with strength, swelling before their eyes. "Holy shit, I feel amazing," said Doug. He flexed his other arm, and it swelled with muscle too.
"Oh my word," said Bill, cowering a bit.
"I feel fucking great!" said Doug, flexing with both arms, and this time when they grew, they popped the seams of his shirt. The fabric, shredded, fell from his body, revealing a growing chest with grey fur racing over his shoulders and nipples and down his sides. "Bill! This is amazing!"
Bill cautiously came closer, sniffing. "You're an alpha," he said. "That's why -- Doug, you're turning into something so powerful!"
Doug grinned, crouching down with his butt in the air. His pants strained and tore open from the butt, a tail lashing out as hair surged over his ass. "I know!" he growled. "Fuck, Bill, this is the greatest!"
Bill was feeling dizzy from the scent of a powerful dominant alpha in front of him. Instinct was taking over. He wanted to submit, to worship, to obey. He carefully approached Doug and licked the side of his face.
Doug licked back, and then pounced. The two men rolled over each other on the sand, naked and furry, their hard dicks pressing against each other, their faces locked in a hot wet kiss, the rough hands groping at each other's sides. Paw pads swelled on their hands and feet, thick pink surfaces suited for walking on all fours.
Bill tried to speak, but growls and barks were all that came out. But Doug understood what was about to happen. They both did. They tensed, squeezed each other tight, and then felt the hot wet burst of come simultaneously shoot against each other. The two weres threw their heads back to howl just as the sun touched the horizon, flooding the sky with red.
Bill and Doug lay there for a while, nuzzling each other, as the changes receded and they regained their human forms.
"I thought it was supposed to take days to change back?" said Doug.
"I think maybe we found a faster way to revert the changes," Bill smiled. "And I think I know why my family didn't want to tell me about it."
"Well now we know," said Doug, biting Bill gently on the ear. As he did, Bill's ear began to grow furry and tall once again. Doug ran a tongue along his teeth, feeling them sharpen. "Bill. I'm so glad you shared this with me."
"I'm so glad we can share this with each other," said Doug. "And I'm starting to wonder if ... do you think maybe there's other guys who'd be fun to transform?" Doug said.
Bill smiled and squeezed him tight. "Something as good as this," he said, "deserves to be shared."
This is a short story that introduces my new werewolf series, Pact of the Packmates! Get Book 1 in the series now at http://bit.ly/packmates1nifty