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From: agtim@iat.holonet.net (agtim)
Subject: Jack Meets Wolf (M. wolf)
Date: Thu, 8 Apr 1993 01:30:32 GMT

			  Jack Meets A Wolf

	As a young boy, Jack had always loved the night. It's secret
darkness, it's never seen sounds. Now, all of sixteen, he was walking
along a moonlit path, enjoying himself. Jack knew he should be
returning to camp, but just a few minutes more of this wonderful
solitude... A noise?! Jack turned, and peered up the path. Nothing
there, must have been a deer. He scanned the clearing before him...
He laughed and hugged himself in youthful exuberance. `Mom always did
complain about my imagination', he thought, sitting on a rock.

	As much as he would like to stay longer, Jack knew he would be
missed. It was half-past nine now, and it was a good 5 miles back to
camp. There was that noise again... Jack got up, and saw seven feet
of the biggest, shaggiest something materialize out of the woods. It
grinned, and way too many teeth gleamed in the moonlight. "Don't ye
know what happens to little boys, who go out on the woods, in the
night? They get eaten by big, bad, wolves... " The half growl / half
chuckle, sent a shiver up his spine. Jack's mind refused to work. He
stood, as dumbfounded as a deer blinded by car lights, as it loped
towards him. Only when it was close enough for Jack to plainly see
its all-too human eyes, did his body break out of its slumber.

	Jack turned, and ran. Faster than he had ever run before. Not
heeding branches, or shrubs, or roots... No, No! This can't be
happening.

	But it was. He tripped, and fell. A hand-paw latched itself
onto his ankle. Jack would have screamed, but his vocal cords refused
to obey their terrified master. Another one grabbed his pants leg.
Jack frantically pulled at his belt buckle, then his pants, and
zipper. He jerked forward, just as the monster tugged, and was
propelled flat on his face, his shorts pooled around his ankles. Jack
kicked them off, and ran laughing, as he looked over his shoulder at a
werewolf who was wearing a pair of jockey shorts, one ear sticking out
of a leg hole.

	The boy ran, and ran, until he couldn't run anymore. He stood,
bent over, hands on knees, breathing hard. His shirt stuck to his
sweaty body... Like a bad nightmare, his mind refused to dwell on it
had seen. The boy leaned against a tree, trying to re-gather his
breath, and work out a stitch in his side... A large furry paw clamped
hard on the back of his neck, and Jack found himself lifted in the
air. unable to even open his mouth. Paralyzed with fear and
exhaustion, he could only wait, helpless.

	While one paw held him easily, the other ran itself across his
body, feeling him up through the soaked shirt. Something warm, and wet
rubbed itself against the small of his back, and ran down one butt-
cheek, leaving a sticky trail.

	What the hell?! thought Jack, If it is going to kill me, why
not get on with it. But this creature had other plans! The werewolf
tossed him onto the soft grass, then it lay on top of the squirming
teen. He felt its furry body press against his chest, and something
pointed pressed against the valley of his buttocks.

	Then three things happened almost at the same time; The hand
that held his neck, clamped itself across his mouth, the other paw dug
cruelly into one thigh, and the pointed stick that was poking around
his neither end, grew into a sharpened telephone pole, as it plowed a
furrow in his butt flesh, and forged a passage up into his bowels. His
anus clamped tightly around the slick intruder, as Jack screamed into
the furred spider, that enveloped his face. The creature snarled in
his ear, then it jerked him up, getting up on the balls of its feet,
knees on either side of his thighs. Now both paws pulled the boy's ass
back, until its mammoth cock was fully buried, his butt pressed into
the furred groin, and its balls rubbed his.

	Then it shoved forward, pressing Jack's knees into the ground,
putting him in the "doggy" position. It rested a moment enjoying the
sensation, then yanked half the length of its bloodied cock out, and
digging both paws cruelly into the boy's chest, thumbs raking his
nipples, it howled, and slammed in to the hilt. Again, and again, its
hairy hips compressed his rear, a voice full of gravel snarling in his
ears, paws roaming across his body. Even though this had gone on for
only a few minutes, Jack thought he was going to die. The pain was too
great...

	But young men are nothing, of not pliable, and his body got
used to the intruder.

	Tendrils of feeling wove a complicated pattern across his
brain. Waves of pain intertwined with pleasure made Jack shake his
head. There was a third feeling... something like a cobweb, there,
but not- there. Jack wasn't sure who was more surprised by his
erection, the boy or the wolf. A paw encircled it, moving slowly at
first, then faster, masturbating the boy with equal, but opposite
oscillations.

	A snarl of lust rippled from Jack's lips, and he bowed his
back, thrusting back at the animal. It suddenly stopped. `Don't stop
now, dammit!', he thought, twisting his head sideways, to look at his
tormentor. Jack didn't believe it! He was actually enjoying this!!
The creature grinned at him, then lifted him like a stick-doll.
Grabbing one of his legs, the Werewolf spun the young man on its cock,
so they were now, face to face. "I told Ya some big, bad, wolf was
gonna eat ya!" Jack didn't feel the ground, even though the monster
slammed his shoulders into it. Nor did he notice ten claws digging
deeply into his buttocks.

	The human's entire being consisted of eight inches of purple-
red flesh, which was getting licked upon, nibbled at, and vigorously
vacuumed. Jack was sure he was going to be torn in two, and he didn't
care. A silent tree fell on him... The boy babbled, and dug his
fingers in the grass, as the first orgasm of his young life ripped
through his neural passages. His cock rippled, then spurted into a
cavernous maw that threatened to suck everything down to his shoes
into it. He rolled his head, anus squeezing on the hilt of the
gigantic dick buried in him, and body contorting, trying
simultaneously to pull the animal's groin up to its tail into his
anus, and shove everything between his chest and his knees into its
muzzle.

	The huge cock swelled, then bucked, as cum poured into the
still moaning teen, which triggered a second wave, which engulfed Jack
in warm darkness... He awoke, in his tent. What a weird dream! As soon
as he moved, aching ass-muscles, a ripped shirt, and a taste most
indescribable in his mouth, told the boy otherwise. All that day, he
wondered about it. And couldn't find any answers...

	The moon found him once again sitting on the rock by the lake.
This time when he heard the growl, he stood quietly, and waited. The
monster appeared in the woods, and moved slowly towards him. The young
man broke out in a sweat. Part of him wanted to run away, part of him
wanted to run towards the beast. But, he chewed on his lip, and
waited.

	When it was a few feet in front of him, it stood up. The
Werewolf was covered with fur that gleamed golden in the moon's light.
He barely came up to its huge chest. It snarled low, then walked
forward, and grabbed his shoulder.

	"So human," the creature grinned down at him, "you liked last
night,and want more... " Jack nodded, not sure about anything, except
his cock was getting hard, and the scent of the monster was making him
dizzy. It growled and lifting his shirt, ran calloused paws across his
hairless chest.

	It went down to its knees, and Jack dropped his top beside
him. A wet nose pressed against one nipple, making it hard and the boy
squirm. Then warm tongue slid across it. The other one was being
pawed at.

	Then mouth and paw exchanged breasts. Jack moaned, as the
tongue lapped its way downward. The paws rubbed his crotch, then
deftly opened the belt, and pants, dropping the cloth to puddle around
the teenager's ankles. Now, the furred appendages rubbed his aching
erection, and sliding under the waistband, tugged downward. The tongue
left a sticky trail down the boy's crotch, and teased his testicles.
Jack caressed the hairy arms, while paws dug into his butt again. He
grunted through clenched teeth. It was all he could do not to beg the
monster to move the organ of taste that was flicking with abandon on
his flesh, upwards. The nostrils quivered, as a drop of pre- cum
squeezed its way out of the tortured cock.

	A paw detached itself from the young man's buttocks, and
smeared the sticky fluid across its thin, rubbery lips. Jack moaned,
the tongue both cleaning off the seeping tip, and its snout. after a
century, the mouth opened, and Jack yelped, as the horny creature
sucked his maleness in, suction alone pulling it across the teeth. The
doggish nose pressed into his crotch, drool ran warmly down his balls,
while the tongue squashed its prisoner against the roof of a muscular
mouth. Now, both paws ran up his sides, and played with the teenager's
chest, while the tongue rolled Jack's organ around like a cigar. He
gasped, and pumped his hips. Ecstasy made his breath come in gasps,
his hands tremble, and his legs jerk, as he fucked that wonderful
muzzle. Boy turned into animal, as he tossed back his head and
snarled, balls contracting, as the wildfire of orgasm swept though his
system. Jack came back to reality to find both hands holding onto the
Werewolf's skull with a death-grip.

	But, instead of minding, the monster was trying to coax still
more ejaculate out of the drained testicles. He gasped, shuddering, as
the tongue rasped at the very-sensitive underside of his cock-tip. The
monster finally let the limp dick slide out, then patted it. Jack
sighed. He tried to psych himself up to receive another buggering.
Instead, the monster took his hand and placed it on the thick pole
jutting between its legs. He could feel it throbbing under his palm.
He had never seen so big a dick before... fascinated, he closed his
fingers around the flesh, letting then slowly slide down, then back.
He thrilled, when it expanded in his hand, and the creature moaned. It
lay on the ground, and let the young man do whatever he liked.

	Trembling with lust, Jack used both hands to stroke on the
thick maleness. From the dark reddish tip, to the brown sheath, he
jerked on it. Eyes glued to the tip, he watched the slit open and
semenal fluid trickled down the shaft, and across the back of his
hand. Without thinking, he licked it off. A strange, wonderful taste
assailed his tongue. This time, as the monster moaned, he gingerly
licked on the seeping cock- head. All the Werewolf did was drag its
claws through the grass, and moan, so he lapped it clean. Before the
young man really knew what he was doing, Jack opened his mouth wide,
and let the bulbous end rest on his tongue. It grew, and more of the
stuff ran down into his mouth. He swallowed. The suction pulled
another inch into his crowded oral cavity.

	The creature howled softly, as the human continued frigging on
his erection, and lapping with abandon on its maleness. Jack felt the
hugeness throb, and the tip swelled so big, it pried his jaws apart.

	Then something warm and sticky splashed against the back of
his throat. He swallowed, hands still busy pulling on the thick skin.
More of the stuff poured into his mouth. Jack suddenly wanted a taste
of it. He pulled his head back, until just the bulbous tip was
collared by his teeth. Nothing happened for a moment. Impatient, the
young man gnawed on the fleshy cock-head. The monster shuddered, and
thrust his hips up. Cum poured across the teenager's tongue. Jack
found he liked the sweet/salty flavor, and sucked harder, wanting
more. But, even a Werewolf's balls aren't bottomless.

	With one last heave of its loins, it gave up the last dregs of
its lust to the youth who still wasn't satisfied. At last, finding out
that no matter what he did, there was no more of the elixer
forthcoming, Jack let the piece of flesh drop out of his mouth. Now,
his own cock demanded attention. He knelt on a furry chest, and shoved
his erection at the hoary snout. A pinkish tongue lapped eagerly on
the flesh, making him moan. Claws, stained with grass and dirt, rubbed
his smooth buttocks. He grinned, as the mouth opened invitingly,
reminding him of a crocodile. The youth jacked hard and fast on his
meat, wanting to blow his wad all over the `doggy'. All too soon, the
itch built under his balls. Jack growled, eyes slitted, as cum spurted
out and into the waiting maw. Ejaculate ran down its tongue, pooled
inside its jaws, was swallowed, even while another spurt turned the
roof of its mouth into a stick mess.

	When the flood turned into a trickle, the monster pulled Jack
closer, and clamped its teeth around his cock-head. All he could do
was yell, and twist in an iron grip, as the Werewolf taught him about
butterfly-kissing, and long, slow licks, making sure his testicles
were as empty as its own were. It swallowed one last time, and let the
exhausted boy get up off of it, but not before planting a wet kiss on
his shriveled ball-sack. The teen went down to the water and washed
himself off on the cool water.

	When he turned around, the beast was gone. Jack collected his
clothes, and made his way back to camp. The next day he decided to go
on a nature hike. He got into a good, strong shirt, Levis, and a pair
of walking shoes. But, when he got to the meeting place, he found
himself alone. "Well, at least one of you is interested in Nature... "

	The gruff voice came from behind him. He turned around, to
stare into a very familiar pair of Green-Gray eyes. The smile
broadened, showing canines just a bit too long. Jack returned the
grin. This may turn out to be an interesting summer after all!

			       The End

(C) 1989 - The Brotherhood Of Pan

Written At "The Last Bastion Of Insanity" by "PackRat"