Sam's horror faded into lust as he stared at Brody's cock. Though he'd just swallowed cum, he wasn't repulsed by it. In fact, he rather liked the taste of it.
"Brody...I...I..." he struggled to speak; his body still was swelling and changing. His voice was several octaves deeper. Sam tugged at his shirt collar; the material was chafing against his skin.
"Shut up, Sam," Brody said softly, planting his lips firmly against Sam's, slipping his tongue into his mouth. They kissed for a fairly decent amount of time, especially in the newly gay Sam's opinion. Brody pulled away, marvelling at Sam's bulging chest, now torn free from the shirt. "Make me like you are, Sam," said Brody, tugging at Sam's pants, beginning to stroke his swollen knot.
"Brody...t...transform.." said Sam, as his cock grew larger, now being covered by a sheath of skin and fur, "or...d...dare..." he completed, as his red wolf's member began to protrude from it.
"Transform," said Brody, smiling.