Remaining on his knees, John hesitates for a moment “I... I don’t know if I can do this, I’ll need some time to think this over” he says with great reluctance, wanting nothing more than to go down on the big wolf’s cock one more time but knowing that rushed decisions usually lead to trouble. The werewolf’s ears lower noticeably but he places a hand on John’s shoulder, looking him in that eyes “that’s alright, I’ll be back here tomorrow if you change your mind, at about 10pm give or take a few minutes. I work at a high performance shop and my shift runs late sometimes”. John simply leans in and holds the wolf snuggly, whispering into his ears “this is the single greatest thing that has ever happened to me” he says before departing the bathroom and giving a startled yelp when the grinning wolf pats him on the butt.
That night, John lay in bed, turning restlessly, constantly wondering what it would be like to run through the woods, to feel the night air against his face while enjoying the thrill of the hunt. It was both exciting and overwhelming. After weighing it over for a few hours he concluded that it was what he wanted to do with his life, and with that soundly drifted off to sleep.
The next day was the longest John could ever remember. It was difficult to keep his mind on work, which seemed to drag on forever. Finally, after a few excruciating hours of sitting at his office he packed up his belongings and headed home. He made sure to notify his boss that he’d be out of town for the next few days, which was easy to do with where he worked, especially considering how far ahead of his schedule he was already. Finally, the shift ended and he drove home, got cleaned up and watched cable for a bit to kill time until the meeting.
At nine, he put on his coat and drove back to Luna’s bowling alley, almost breaking the speed limit. Arriving he parked, flipping the remote to lock his doors and headed in, making a beeline for the men’s room. Inside he observed that one stall door was closed and occupied.