Sam veered into the first floor mens' room, yanking his pants open even as he stumbled through the doorway. Much to his chagrin, he found that the bathroom was occupied by a thin young man washing his hands.
Sam tried to act casual, walking to a urinal, pretending that he had to take a leak, all the while hoping that the young man would leave. Instead, the young man smiled at him and walked over to the urinal next to him, pulling his own manhood out, while glancing over at Sam's with a smile.
Sam could smell the man-boy's arousal, and despite not really having any homosexual leanings, found himself slightly turned on by his scent. Still struggling to hold back the beast, Sam simply didn't say anything to the young man.
"You're Sam, right?" the young man asked, " Jen's brother?"
"Yeah," Sam replied.
"I'm Brody," said the young man, brushing his brown hair out of his eyes. "We have English together."
"Oh, right," replied Sam, not really remembering Brody, but trying to be polite. Brody's scent had grown stronger, and again Sam struggled a bit for control.
Brody zipped his pants up, but made no pretense of leaving, instead turning completely toward Sam. "It's a shame what happened to your sister today. I'm sure there's a rational explanation."
Sam shook his head,"You'd be surprised."
"I'm actually quite...open minded," Brody replied, running a finger down Sam's arm,smiling slightly.
"Look man, I'm not that way," Sam said,pulling away, yet becoming inexplicably more aroused by Brody's soft touch.
"I'm not really saying you're one way or another, Sam. But you're not exactly hiding the fact you've got a raging hard on, and I'm offering to help you relieve that tension. If you ask me, you're a better catch than your sister."
Sam could feel the beast pushing closer. His vision had wavered and then gotten much sharper. Looking into the mirror, he saw the yellowed eyes of the wolf. Brody had no idea how he was flirting with death.
Brody stepped behind Sam, whispering breathily into his ear,"Let me help you." Sam began to protest again, but was cut short by Brody flickering his tongue down the back of Sam's neck.
Sam spun, feeling his muscles begin to quiver. " Into the stall," he said, gesturing to an empty one behind Brody.
Brody followed him into the stall, locking the door behind them.
Brody smiled at Sam as he dropped to his knees and began to tongue Sam's shaft. Sam gasped and groaned, bracing his arms on the walls of the stall from the forbidden pleasures of this man's tongue.Brody's practiced motions seemed to urge the transformation quicker, as within moments Sam's shirt and pants were in tatters and his penis bloated and red.
Brody seemed at first to have been oblivious to the changes going on around him, but Sam noted as his humanity slipped further away that he had been watching the whole time. Indeed, as the change had progressed, Brody's oral ministrations on him had grown in intensity. Brody was undoubtedly enjoying the effect he was having.
As the final moments of the change were finishing, the Sam-wolf pushed Brody away before he could finish the blow job. As it looked at him with feral eyes, Brody saw his potential mortality.
The Sam-wolf wasn't sure what to do. It was hungry, and the timid creature before it would give it sustenance. At the same time, it had acted like a mate, and should perhaps be allowed to finish what it had started, though the Sam-wolf did not truly feel the mating urge with this one. The Sam-wolf pondered for a bit, considering its courses of action.