"Umm..." I said, and our eyes locked as I scooted closer to him. My
hands slipped down toward his crotch as I undid his fly adjusted
himself slightly to push his pants to the floor.
"Go on," he said, his yellowed eyes still on me, his words vaguely
growled and garbled from the beginnings of the change. "You know you
want to.."
"Fuck...Arnold, I.." I was confused, caught between the urge to make
him shift and the urge to not be gay. Because regardless of how I
wanted to justify this, when you start touching another man's dick,
it's gay.
"Do it, buddy...just..stop thinking and.." he leaned in, nuzzling my
neck and taking my hand in his rougher one, guiding it down to his
crotch. "Stop thinking and just do it..."
I shivered, feeling the rough prickle of fur against my skin, and my
hand grasped the bulge through his boxers. Immediately, I felt his
body vibrating and popping, a low growl and grunt coming from him just
from the minor touch.