A Full Moon Ch. 01

"Just under ten inches but the Man don't get much thicker." He whimpered and licked his lips. "Dude go ahead. He don't bite, just spits."

"I...do bite. So," I put my hand on the back of his head and pulled him gently down to the tip. I had had some experienced cock suckers gag, but Patrick deep throated it all in that first gulp. I thought he had soft hands... wow. His mouth and tongue were slick and soft and I knew I would let him blow me again. There was no use of teeth unless he meant to use them and then it was like a light grazing.

"Oh fuck. There's a first." He chuckled, that deep rumble vibrating along the shaft. I just laid back and let him do what he wanted. I usually closed my eyes when a dude was blowing me, but this time I watched and I gotta say it was getting me hotter faster. He would drag his soft tongue up from the base where my balls met my dick and then toy with the head just a bit before licking back down, nibbling when he got down there. He had said he liked to bite and I liked a bit of pain. He seemed to know exactly where to bite and how hard cause he had me panting. "Okay, dude, you are hands down the best I have ever had and that is saying something."

"I just can't help it. You are so hot and I can't believe you're here with me like this." He dove back down and bit down harder than before and I groaned, pressing down on his head to let him know I was liking that. His hands began to explore my legs and stomach, caressing my flesh and kneading my muscles in an erotic massage. I was so turned on that I wondered if I would ever last. His mouth was so soft that it felt like the inside of the tightest pussy ever except when he would bite and that only sent more surges towards my balls telling them to unload. I let up on the pressure on his head and he pulled up panting. "Give me limits. I don't want to go out of your comfort zone."

"No kissing on the lips and I ain't letting you penetrate anything. The rest is up for experimentation." He grinned and began to lick his way up my abs to my nipples. He was having a hard time since he was trying to stay in his sleeping bag. "Dude, lose the bag. I ain't gonna make fun of you even if you got the smallest dick in the world. In fact lose the bag and the shorts. Get more comfortable." He smiled shyly and slid out of the bag and I saw he wasn't wearing his shorts anymore. I got a good look at his pecker and I wondered who he compared himself to to think he was small. Six inches was not bad for length, especially on a guy with his muscle mass, but damn if that thing wasn't thicker than mine. "Nice. Bet the girls and guys howl when you put that log in them."

"The women yeah, but no guy has ever let me."

"I can see why." He smiled again and went back to his exploration of my chest with that tongue I was coming to like very much. I gasped when he nibbled on my nipple and I dug my fingers into his powerful back. This was all new to me and I wondered why Patrick was having this effect. "Man that feels fantastic. The other one is jealous." Patrick leaned over me and attacked the other one first with his tongue and then his teeth. I could feel his cock pressed up against my leg and he was almost humping it but I didn't care. I could tell he was juiced and horny and the pre-cum trails he was leaving on my leg only added to this hyper awareness I was having. I looked at his bare ass as he chewed on my nipple and humped my leg. Those muscular orbs were flexing and making me think of things I had never done with a guy. Was a guy's ass tighter than a chicks? I'd banged a few chicks in the ass and it was great...was a guy's ass different?

Patrick nibbled his way to my neck and my earlobe. "God do you have a road map to where I like it?" He chuckled and it sent chills down my spine that ended up in my balls. I pulled him fully on top of me and was wondering if I would break my own rule of not kissing. I was that far gone that I wanted to kiss him, that into what he was doing to my body that my brain was not thinking. He whispered something in my ear and I had to pull his head away. "What?"

"Will you fuck me?" There was a look in his eyes that said if I didn't he would take my dick.

"On your hands and knees." His grin was almost feral as he rolled off of me and did as I said. That ass was pointed right at me, that hole looking like it had never been tampered with at all. "Have you ever done this?"

"Oh yeah. I just heal up nicely." I was running my hands along those fleshy orbs and dove face first into his crack. He whimpered and ground his ass into my face while I lapped at the hole I was going to invade. He tasted great, like something tangy and sweet. God I was here with this hunky guy and I was doing things I never thought I would...and I had never wanted anything more than to taste his ass, to feel it quiver as my own tongue slid around and into it. "Oh god Jon! Either never stop that or fuck me now cause I'm getting too close to hold back." I got on my knees and aimed right for it. I pressed in gently, knowing I was big, but like when he got his first taste of the Man he just went for it and slammed back until I had eight inches buried in that hole.

I fell atop him as that velvet vice gripped my dong. Nothing, ever, had felt this good. I stayed there a moment to enjoy the feeling of my first man ass. So tight, so hot, so much better than the chicks I usually banged. When I sat back up I pulled out to the tip and eased back in. "Don't tease me Jon. I want to get fucked like a bitch in heat." I slammed in the rest of the way, all nine plus inches rammed up in him and he whined. "Again, please." So I did. Pulling all the way out I slammed back in and he began to jerk himself off. I slapped his hand away and broke another record as I wrapped my hand around his dick and began to stroke him. "Jon, please don't stop." I didn't. The feel of his rock hard cock was similar to my own when I hit one so it was nothing new, but I realized he was uncut when the sheath kept slipping over the head. That made this a whole new ball game. Also the amount of pre-cum was amazing and that added a lot of lubrication.

I was driving into his ass while I jacked him off and I felt that familiar churning in my balls. "Do you want it inside of you?" He nodded. Without pulling out I flipped him onto his back and leaned all the way forward while he wrapped those massive legs around my waist. His nails were digging into my back but that only made me pound that tight hole harder. Both of us were breathing hard and I could tell he was as close as I was to blowing his wad. Closer in fact as his balls leaped up and his breathing stopped. Those blue eyes clamped shut and the first volley dribbled over my hand but the next five hit his face, shoulder, chest and upper stomach. But that ass, that vice on my dick, squeezed even tighter with each volley and I lost it. I buried every inch in him and I felt like I was exploding through the head of my cock. I don't know how much juice I shot in him but I know I had never shot that much before. I swear I heard him howling as I fell atop him.

After a moment we both began to chuckle. "Jon, that was..."

"I know. Patrick, dude, if nothing else that was best damn lay ever." I felt something shift in him, something that said he did not fully like my comment. "But I never thought I would ever go this far with any guy. You're a special guy, Patrick." That feeling drained away as he kissed the side of my neck. Guess that was right. I rolled off of him, and out, and lay back on my pillow staring up at the roof of the tent. I turned my head to see him gazing at me with a soft smile on his face. "Are you trying not to cuddle, dude?" He nodded. I pulled him closer and he laid his head on my shoulder. Another thing new. I never cuddle even with chicks. I bang 'em and kiss a bit after and then go shower. "Was this your sinister plan to get me alone in the woods and seduce me?" I asked with a big grin.

"Rats, you found out my evil plot." I couldn't help but laugh. "I would say it was a hope, but not part of my agenda." He was playing with my chest and I had to say this was something I could get used to. A little pillow talk could be added as long as they knew this would not be a permanent thing.

"Well, agenda or not, dude, I would not be adverse to another go when we can find time. Sounds kinda slutty, and I don't wanna offend you," He silenced me by kissing my neck.

"Jon?" I grunted as I tried to find a comfortable position. He had clawed my back pretty good but I really didn't care past trying to sleep. "Thank you. I don't know why you've been so nice to me this week or why you went farther with me than any other guy, but thanks." I squeezed his bicep in a sort of welcome and shifted. "Rock under you?"

"Nope. Someone clawed my back." I chuckled as he bolted upright.

Patrick grabbed the Coleman lantern and lit it. "Turn over." I did and he looked at the scratches. "Oh fuck I am so sorry."

"Dude, I'll heal." But he was not listening. He crawled out of the tent and was back with some gauze, medical tape and two bottles. "They're just scratches."

"No such thing. They could get infected. God please don't let them get infected." I tried to roll over to let him know I was fine but he gently pressed me back down. With a sigh I let him tend to it. "This first one will sting like hell." I nodded and I smelled some strange almost antiseptic scent that alarmed me for some reason. He poured some on a gauze pad and dabbed at the wounds. At first I thought it was bearable but then it stung so fiercely as it began to bubble.

"Son of a bitch what is that?" I knew better than to roll over or that stuff may run to my more sensitive areas.

"It will kill anything that may have been under my nails."

"What's in it?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you. Or why." I bit into the heel of my hand to keep from screaming as he wiped and dabbed for almost fifteen minutes. "I hope I got it in time," he mumbled quite a few times. Then I smelled the cleaner scent of Neosporin as he applied that and bandaged me up. It quit stinging like hell after that and just felt scratched. "I am so sorry, Jon. Really, I don't know what came over me. You just smell so good."

"I smell good?" I asked. This was new to me.

"Yeah. That's why women find you so irresistible. Your smell is intoxicating although I doubt most women you've been with knew why they had to have you." He set the stuff aside and slid into his sleeping bag.

"Seriously? I thought it was cause I'm hot."

"Looks are nothing, but what you got...it's more primal. All the bitches at work smell you as strongly or better than I."

I turned my head to look at him curiously. "Why?" He just turned away. "Patrick, what aren't you telling me?" He stayed silent. "Hey dude. I think I need to know. What the hell is going on?"

He looked back at me and I could swear his blue eyes were glowing in the dim light of the lamp. Glowing like an animal's eyes. "There was marigold and puffball mushroom spores in that to stop the bleeding and help coagulate the blood. Datura to kill the pain," that I scoffed at, "and wolfsbane." I nodded before I really heard what he said.

Then it clicked. "Wolfsbane? As in werewolf?" I said it with a snicker but he nodded. "Yeah right, dude. Nice try." He just looked at me with those eerily glowing eyes. "You really think you're a werewolf?"

"I'm not a wolf, Jon, but I am a Lycan...we all are." I laughed until all our conversations came rolling back into my mind. He always called them bitches, talked about howling, being low wolf in the pack.

It crashed on me like a wave. I knew enough to know that a scratch or bite from a werewolf would turn me into one. "Am I...will I...?" I knew it was ludicrous to believe in werewolves, but what if?

"That's why I hope I got to it in time. It's a new moon, the virus is at its weakest and the wolfsbane should kill it. Should." He looked at me with such sorrow that I could not be mad at him. "If you do change come the next full moon then you'll find yourself with a new OA."

"Would Angus fire you for...infecting me?"

"No, he'd kill me." The plain and blunt way he said it made me cringe. "He may fire me still when he finds out I scratched you and drew blood. Not the best way to transmit it, but still possible. Saliva is second to blood and I know you're not bleeding anywhere else or I would smell it."

I took mental stock of what I knew of Lycanthropes. Silver killed them, lost their minds during a full moon...then I wondered why I was giving credence to this. "This is insane! You're insane to think you're actually a werewolf."

"I told you I'm not a wolf." I looked at him in triumph. "Not a wolf as you know it. Not Canis Lupus." I shook my head. "Well, you'll know soon enough if I got it out of your system. Like in two weeks when the moon is full."

"Whatever. Lets just get some sleep. We got some hiking to do tomorrow." I turned my head and rolled onto my side with my back turned to him, a clear sign I was not happy. I heard him sigh and roll the other way.