Without even thinking about it, I made a silent wish for the clouds to cover the moon. Arnold immediately began to revert, and I kept my eyes tuned to his body, watching the reversion with as much interest as I'd watched the change, and yes...once again, my eyes were staring at his cock more than anything else.
He stared at me, naked and covered in a sheen of sweat. He could tell exactly what I'd been focusing on as he followed my gaze. "You liked the show?" he asked me, his voice neutral.
"Umm...yeah," I said, silently wishing he'd be okay with that.
Arnold smiled knowingly. "I can smell your arousal," he said, sniffing the air. "Even without being changed."
My heartbeat quickened. "R..really?" I asked.
"It felt good, man.." he said, stepping in closer to me, sniffing my neck. Goosebumps covered my skin as he sniffed me, and I bulged HARD. Fuck, I swear I'm not gay...at least not for human guys.
"How 'bout we help each other out?" Arnold said, sliding a hand to my fly. "You and I both could use some release, and it's not like there's anyone around to see us."
"Fuck it," I said, peeling my clothes off, standing naked with him as the last of the cloud bank rolled by. We embraced each other as he stared up at the sky. His body began to heat up as the moonlight hit him again, and our cocks simultaneously hardened, brushing up against each other, sending sensation through me that I'd never felt before.
My hand slid down to his cock, massaging it as it jumped and grew sheathed as he trembled against me, shifting again. He growled, licking at my neck as his face stretched into a muzzle, howling as he shot his load in my hand.
He lowered his head to my crotch, licking at my shaft with his wide, lupine tongue and taking my length easily in his mouth. I erupted quickly, realizing I was the first man to ever get a blow job from a werewolf.
Then.....