My head was swimming with arousal at what we'd done and what Arnold had become. I'm not gay-I'll swear that til
the day I die, but it was impossible to deny my raging hardon either. The werewolf rolled over and pushed me
onto my back, and buried its face in the crotch of my jeans, sniffing hard and licking at the fabric.
I roughly ran a shaking hand through his fur as I arched and groaned against the heat and stimulation. I
struggled to open my fly and wriggled my pants off as my werewolf friend nuzzled my bulge and tugged my boxers
down with long fangs. A long wet tongue covered my shaft, and then teased me with a quick rim-job, making me
gasp and groan, breaking down whatever resistance I had left.
"Do it..do it Arnold..turn me..make me shift.." I whimpered.
I felt a small piercing sensation on my thigh as fangs broke skin, then an enormous heat washed over me, almost
orgasmic on its own. My body convulsed and stretched as he resumed his attentions on my throbbing and shifting
dick, and the pleasure of the change mixed with the pleasure of the oral combined into some new pleasure I could
never have imagined.
As my body reformed and i sprouted the same black fur, muscled frame, and lupine shape that Arnold did, I was
reborn. After I erupted and we'd finished, we nestled against each other for a time before we reverted.
And then..