By the time the next werewolf film was starting to get steamy, James took a good long look over his conspicuous sheathed penis. He figured he'd better get some practice with his new equipment before he might end up having to stick it in some monster hunter babes later tonight. After all, he was already kind of in the mood--the monster movies are all so erotic nowadays! (It wasn't just the movie, either: James could smell pheromones through walls now, and Snowflake was entering a very--shall we say--"promiscuous" phase next door, if you know what I mean.)
The thought of sex made James's already-rock-hard penis shift forward in his sheath a little bit, and a little pink point emerged from the hole. This surprised James quite a bit, cause it looked just like the "lipstick" his uncle's guard dogs used to get, and he would never expected his own erection to suddenly look like that. But wolves are kind of like dogs, and werewolves essentially turn into wolves, so it kind of made sense, and he might as well continue the experiment. His pinkish-purple dick pushed up a little farther and opened his sheath a little wider in a way that sent shivers down James's spine. He pinched the tip and moaned, and wiggled his little wet nose at the smell of his own maleness getting more pungent. It was so erect it was starting to look more like some kind of sausage, and it was pretty easy to lean his lengthening muzzle in close to it. Remembering how long his tongue was, curiosity got the better of him so he flopped the thing out.
Feeling his tongue touch his dick took his pleasure to a whole other level, beyond any masturbation session he'd done before in his life. Lapping at his own cock brought in more of the self-congratulatory scent he was craving and caressed his manhood in a way no human hand could have! He lost himself fully to the carnal act until he felt his sheath stretch wider and felt his tongue slide over something even more sensitive, causing James to double back and take a look. His cock was suddenly cold without his tongue on it, and James was kind of shocked at what he saw. He suddenly wasn't quite so sure a woman was really going to want this. It looked like some sort of balloon was blowing up at the base of his cock, and the whole thing was out of its sheath now, looking like an unnaturally bright-colored mass of some kind. Oh well, the balloon-thing HAD felt really sensitive, surely a little touch might be OK?
Grasping his own knot for the first time pushed him over the edge almost instantly. He gave out a long moaning howl, drawing profanities from Mr. Mezzolado downstairs. His legs trembled, his hips spasmed, and runny liquid shot out of his cock tip in long ropes. He blanked out into almost a sort of trance, tongue lolled out of the side of his mouth, eyes rolled back in his head. He stayed there longer than he could fathom, gripping his knot and spurting come into the air over his blankets. By the time he came back to reality, he was tingling from head to toe and the clock said 20 minutes had passed. His knot was smaller, and his sheath was just starting swallow up his buried treasure. His tail wagged like pool noodle behind him. He couldn't believe he ever doubted this might be a good thing!
"Werewolf sex is the BEST!" he exclaimed in between deep breaths. He was clinging to his chest hair like a blanket.