Somewhere in the woods behind the Anderson and Twist homes that same night…
Ben and Alex had left Ben’s house, holding hands and with a certain spring in their step. They’d eaten dinner with Francis and Samantha, and then (as the two couples so often did) split up for the real end course (Very few weres in Moon Lake actually eat dessert).
“How was practice earlier?” Alex asked as they made their way deeper and deeper into the woods. The sun was setting, and cast long shadows on the ground. The boys set their backpacks down under a shaded tree, and then sat themselves down on the cool foliage.
“Pretty intense. Collin’s been running us ragged. You should have seen the look on Dom’s face when Collin asked us to run ten more laps around the school perimeter. I thought the guy was going to throw up.” Ben chuckled.
“Dom… he’s the weredog that lives behind the junior high right? I didn’t think he was playing this season.”
“He was pulled from the reserves. We were short a player.” Ben said. Alex nodded, and let Ben continue talking about the impending game. He really had zero knowledge about football, or any other sport, but it certainly made Ben happy. So therefor it made Alex happy.
“Sorry, I’m boring you aren’t I?” Ben said, realizing after going on about different plays that he was putting his boyfriend to sleep.
“No, it’s okay. How many of those NOVA specials on the human body did I make you watch?”
“I’d prefer not to count. So many wasted Sunday nights.” Ben sighed in an exaggerated ways. Alex smiled, and leaned forward to kiss Ben.
They pulled back, a strand of saliva left suspended in the space between the two. They only had on shorts, no shoes or shirt to worry about removing. Both teenagers dropped their pants and prepare to change.
Ben’s fur is lighter than Alex’s. His sandy undercoat is covered by a layer of black and gray tipped hairs. It fans out over his chest, and then gets lighter closer to his legs and genitals. Ben’s tail wags in anticipation, watching as Alex’s body shifts.
His hands and feet nearly double in size as they become paws. Hard, black claws poke through and scrap against the ground as Alex’s lupine snout grows. Ben’s face soon does the same, and his ear stretch to the top of his now furry head.
Alex’s classic grey coat meets his as the two embrace. Alex teases Ben’s nipples, his long tongue lapping at them. Ben moves his paws down to grab Alex’s red rocket. Pre runs down and over Ben’s paw.
Alex howls in pleasure as Ben lowers his mouth onto his throbbing dick. Ben is able to take all of it. The tip of Alex’s rocket barely touches the back of his throat. Having practiced many times over on himself, and also on Alex, Ben controls his gag reflex. His own penis is hard, and his balls feel tense in their furry home.
Ben’s not sure if what he’s feeling drip down his scrotum is sweat or pre. Either way, it washes over a sensitive area, and Ben cums. His white wolf jizz is sent flying upwards. His release is so powerful it hits Alex’s balls, and then he too has an intense orgasm.
Both werewolves howl as their equipment empties onto the forest floor. They lie back, out of breath, but soon ready to go again.
“No, allow me.” Alex said, as Ben started to bend over again. Alex lifts his head, and kisses Ben’s nose. Then turns him around and sends his rocket into deep space (space metaphors wink wink).