An Alpha Werewolf in College 1 (Patreon)

I’d thought I’d lucked out getting Karl as my roommate. He was hot as fuck. 6’4, bearded, built, incredibly hairy, and he walked around naked all the time, so I’d seen his uncut junk and huge nuts often enough. Didn’t know if he was into guys, but who cared? I got a visual feast every day. It was awesome. Until the first full moon. I walked into our dorm room that night and stripped to get ready for bed. I’d thought he was just doin’ some weird yoga or something, but then he turned around. His body was twice as hairy as usual, and no shit if he didn’t have fangs and claws and red eyes. Mostly, his junk now looked like what our neighbor’s perpetually horned up Rottweiler was sporting. I mean I’d never seen it before out from under its skin, but this was messed up, and not a bit human. At first I was scared shitless and actually tried talking to him, saying things like “Karl, dude. It’s me Joel. Whatever’s going down, I’ll help you through it.” It was clear he wasn’t listening. His junk just kept growing, and those red eyes told it wasn’t his claws or fangs that should concern me. At least not right away. If he was a werewolf, eating me for dinner was not the first item on his agenda. Problem was, the thought of what he might do to me didn’t scare me like it should have or I’d have been out of that room in a flash. Instead, I felt my own dick getting hard.