An Alpha Werewolf in College 3 (Patreon)

I would eventually learn that when the full moon hit and Karl changed, the Karl I knew, the nice quiet beefy hunk, was still in there, but without much control at all. I’d eventually learn that he thought I’d said I was staying over at Dirk’s, the guy I’d sort of been seeing. So, Karl had thought he was safe alone in the room. He wasn’t a werewolf like we think about in our pop culture, one with an incredibly blood lust when the moon is full. No, for him it’s just an overwhelming lust, a need to dominate and to fuck and to get off as often as possible. To control himself he usually locks himself in a room and jacks off until he’s raw. But that night he had me. My bunghole got bred four times. I barely had the time to get over one round when he was back up ready for another. Then he made me suck him, which should have been really gross, but was incredibly hot. And when he came on my face and tongue, I found myself lapping it up like it was some elixir of the gods. Maybe it was. He started licking his jizz off my face and then he was kissing me, and then he yanked me up into his bunk with him where he fucked me two or three more times before morning. When we woke it was just Karl in bed next to me. No fangs or claws or read eyes. His usual bodyhair. His same huge nuts and a pretty impressive cock, but all quite human (I checked). I guess he thought I would bolt once I woke up, but I was quite happy to be where I was, and I figured the best way to let him know was to lick him and nuzzle those bull nuts the way our Rottweiler back home always tried to do to whomever was nearby. After all, men are pretty much just dogs anyway.