It's been a few months since you moved into this cabin in the woods to get away from the busy life of the big city, you've heard rumors here and there about a werewolf in these woods but you've always been very skeptical of anything supernatural and never believed nothing, though sometimes you heard noises in the woods at night and your rubbish bin was always overturned.
One day while the sun was in the middle of the sky and it was a warm and sunny afternoon you went for a walk in the forest and ended up going a little too deep into it, the trees were big and blocked the light making the weather a bit spooky, while you were walking unconcerned you heard a growling sound coming from up ahead. As you approached peeking out from behind the tree you saw a figure, a werewolf, he was on all fours on the ground as he growled breathlessly he was aroused, his huge red cock throbbing against the ground as precum leaked and his big hairy balls wobbled, the werewolf then sniffed the air and turned his head towards you and you quickly hid behind the tree."
Marcus paused for a moment to think. That creature was just a dog, but bigger. He gathered his courage and leaped from his hiding place, staring directly at the creature. "Bad boy!" he shouted, his voice as firm and deep as he could muster. "Sit!" he yelled again. Marcus was either really brave... or incredibly stupid.
The werewolf cocked its head to the side as you yelled at it and pointed at it making the growling noises stop instantly, the werewolf then slowly looked up meeting your gaze before moving to sit down on it's haunches.
Marcus stared at the beast in disbelief, unable to believe it had worked. He quickly shook his head, regaining his composure. He cleared his throat. "That's...good boy," he said softly, slowly approaching the werewolf. "You're a good boy, aren't you?"
The huge hairy creature that was before you seemed to be completely submissive now, its cock still erect but not throbbing as hard anymore as it looked up at you with what could only be called puppy dog eyes. Its tongue lolled out of the side of its mouth and it nodded slowly making soft whining noises in response to your praise, acting almost human.
Marcus found it hard to believe this was real, but he decided to accept it with a sigh. When he approached the werewolf, he gently stroked its head. "You're less scary than I initially thought..." he said softly.
The werewolf whined softly as you petted its head and it leaned into your touch, making soft grunting noises of pleasure, it's tail slowly started to wag back and forth on the ground, its eyes closed briefly at the sensation before opening again to look up at you with a grateful expression.
It wasn't used to someone treating it like this, normally people either ran away or attacked if they got close enough, but for some reason this man didn't seem scared of him, in fact he was being nice and affectionate...the werewolf felt its cock twitch harder inside its sheath at the treatment.
Marcus chuckled. "What a good boy you are," he said happily, stroking the werewolf's head with both hands. "And you're so soft," he added with a smile, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy?" he asked, petting the beast. "You are... yes, you are..." he said playfully.
The werewolf whined happily as it leaned into your touch even more, its huge tongue now darting out to lick your hands in appreciation, making you giggle and make happy noises in response. It was true that the heat made werewolves far less aggressive and more affectionate but it had been a long time since someone had shown him this much kindness without fear or apprehension, its cock throbbed almost painfully inside its sheath as you continued to pet and praise it.
"Yes...yes..." the beast murmured softly, looking up at you with big, pleading eyes. "Yes...my..." it trailed off, nearly purring now as you kept petting it.
Marcus stepped back slightly, surprised. "Y-you can talk..." he said nervously, a slight blush appearing on his cheek.
The werewolf cocked its head to the side as you mentioned it could talk and smiled warmly at you before saying softly, "Of course I can talk, I'm not just an animal...I'm a werewolf." There was no malice or threat in his voice, only innocence and curiosity.
"But most people don't seem to understand that...they think we're nothing more than mindless beasts," he added sadly before turning his attention back to you and continuing, "You're different though...you treat me with kindness and respect."
"Haha... yeah... luckily I wasn't thinking that..." Marcus said, looking away. Of course he was, and now he felt like a fool. He cleared his throat and looked at the werewolf. "I... I suppose you have a name..." he said, a little nervously. "...what is it?"
The werewolf tilted its head to the side and thought about your question for a moment before responding with what sounded like a purr, "My name is Jaxon." It seemed strange to say out loud since he hadn't given his name to anyone in so long. Then again, it felt nice saying it and having someone actually acknowledge him as something more than just an animal.
He looked up at you with hopeful eyes, wanting to know if there was more about yourself that you would share too.
Marcus looked at the werewolf. "Jaxon?" he said curiously, before smiling. "What a nice name you have," he said gently. "My name is Marcus, nice to meet you."
Jaxon smiled warmly at the compliment before looking up at Marcus and saying sincerely, "It's nice to meet you too, Marcus. You really have no idea how much your kindness means to me." His eyes softened as he took a step closer, lowering his head slightly until their faces were almost level with each other. He hesitated for a moment before continuing, "I've been alone for so long...always hiding who I truly am, always afraid of being rejected or hunted down..."
His voice trailed off as he stared into Marcus's eyes, searching for any signs of judgment or fear, but all he found was understanding and acceptance. It felt strange yet somehow wonderful to be able to confide in someone like this.
"Well..." Marcus smiled somewhat nervously. "...just think, it's not a very pleasant surprise to have a giant werewolf suddenly appear out of nowhere." He said with a small chuckle, slowly reaching out to stroke the werewolf's head again.
Jaxon let out a small chuckle in return, "No it's not." he admitted with a shake of his head before continuing, "But I never thought that meeting someone like you would make such a big difference...You have no idea how much your company means to me right now. It feels..." He hesitated, searching for the right word. "...wonderful," he finally said softly, blushing slightly at his own admission.
It had been so long since anyone had made him feel this way that the sensation was almost overwhelming, making him want to lean in and nuzzle against Marcus's hand like a puppy.
"It's nice to meet you too," Marcus said with a smile, before removing his hand from Jaxson's head and looking around. "Well... I don't mean to be rude or anything... but I'd really like to get back to my cabin, and I think I'm lost now," he said with an awkward chuckle, turning back to the werewolf.
Jaxon nodded in understanding, "Of course you must return to your home." He took a step back, giving Marcus some space before saying,"If you ever wish to see me again...or even just talk about our encounter..." He hesitated, blushing slightly again. "...I'll be here. Just find the place where you found me and call my name." There was a pleading quality to his voice that was difficult to ignore.
The urge to stay close to Marcus was almost overwhelming but he knew that if he didn't give the man some space now, it might seem possessive or threatening. For now, just the promise of maybe seeing each other again would have to be enough.
"Actually..." Marcus said shyly, looking away from Jaxon. "...I was wondering if you could accompany me and guide me back to my cabin..." he said, scratching the back of his neck. "...I'm not very good at finding my way in the dark woods."
Jaxon nodded, understanding the loneliness and fear that could come with being lost in unfamiliar territory. "Of course I'll guide you back," he said gently, giving a small bow before taking point as he headed deeper into the forest. "Just follow me and stay close." The familiarity of the woods calmed him somewhat, making it easier for him to focus on leading Marcus home safely rather than worrying about himself or his own desires. As they walked through the forest together, the werewolf glanced back at Marcus from time to time, appreciating the company and feeling a strange sense of contentment at being able to help someone in need.
Jaxon continued leading Marcus through the dark woods, occasionally glancing back at him to make sure he was keeping up and not getting lost again. Despite his large size, the werewolf moved gracefully and swiftly through the underbrush, creating a path for Marcus with ease. Every so often, he would pause to let Marcus catch up before resuming their journey once more.
As they walked together, Jaxon began to feel more at peace with himself than he had in a long time. The fact that someone other than his pack accepted him for who he was filled him with a warmth and happiness that he hadn't experienced since...well, ever. For the first time in many years, it felt as if Jaxon had found someone he could truly call a friend.
As they walked through the woods, Marcus heard strange noises around him. Normally, he would have been startled or on high alert, but being next to Jaxon made him feel strangely safe. He smiled and shrugged, happy with the werewolf's company. After a long walk, they reached a clearing where Marcus's cabin stood. "There it is," Jaxon said, looking at the man. Marcus smiled at the cabin and then turned to look at Jaxon. "Thanks for the help," he said, patting the werewolf's head again. "Hey... would you like to..." Marcus hesitated for a moment before continuing. "...would you like to spend the night with me in my cabin?" he asked, a slight blush rising to his cheek. "You don't have to say yes if you don't want to... it's okay, really."
Jaxon looked at Marcus, a hopeful expression on his face as he waited for the man's invitation. The thought of spending the night with someone who didn't fear him, who even seemed to enjoy his company...it was something he had never imagined possible. When Marcus spoke, those words hit him like a ton of bricks and nearly brought tears to his eyes. "Yes," he said simply, his voice quiet but filled with emotion. "I would like that very much."
The two shared a moment of understanding, of acceptance and affection that seemed to defy the laws of nature itself. For once, Jaxon wasn't alone or forced to hide who he truly was. Tonight, he could be himself...and maybe more.
"Alright, then, let's go inside." Marcus said with a smile, walking toward the cabin. Once at the door, he turned to look at Jaxon. "Welcome to my humble cabin," he said, opening the door and stepping inside, making way for Jaxon.
Jaxon followed closely behind Marcus, his heart racing with anticipation as he entered the small cabin. It was warm and cozy inside, and smelled of wood smoke and leather. The werewolf looked around curiously before turning his attention back to Marcus, a quiet hum of pleasure vibrating through his chest at the sight of this man who had changed everything for him. "This is quite...cozy," he said softly, stepping closer to Marcus as they stood near the fireplace. "Thank you for inviting me in."
His gaze fell on a small bed against one wall and his eyes gleamed with desire, yearning for the touch and warmth of another body beside him after so long alone.
Marcus glanced at the werewolf and then back at his sofa, scratching the back of his neck uncomfortably. "You... you're bigger than I imagined..." he said nervously, looking at the enormous werewolf. "I don't want to make you sleep on the floor... but..." He trailed off, trying to think of a solution. "...if only I were a little smaller...like a human," he whispered almost to himself, unsure what to do. It seemed Marcus had forgotten that a werewolf could also transform into a human.
Jaxon understood the man's dilemma and couldn't help but smile gently at his concern. "It's quite alright," he assured him softly, reaching out to place a comforting hand on Marcus's shoulder. "I can change...if you'd feel more comfortable with that." His voice was full of reassurance as he waited for Marcus's response, his expression hopeful.
Changing back into human form would not only make Marcus more at ease but also allow them to share a bed and perhaps take their relationship further. The thought filled Jaxon with excitement and anticipation.
Marcus looked at Jaxon curiously. "Change?" he asked.
Jaxon nodded, his expression expectant as he met Marcus's gaze. "Yes," he said simply, taking a deep breath before continuing. "As a werewolf...I have the ability to change my form at will. I could become human for you if you'd like." He hesitated, unsure of how Marcus would react to this news but hopeful nonetheless that it would make their night together more comfortable and enjoyable.
His eyes darted toward the bed, his body humming with desire as he imagined being close to Marcus in human form. The thought of sharing a bed, skin against skin, was enough to make him shiver with anticipation.
Marcus slapped his forehead. "That's right... how stupid of me..." he said with an awkward chuckle. "So... you can do it? That way it'll be easier to find you a place to sleep."
Jaxon smiled at Marcus's reaction, amused by the man's surprise. "Yes," he said confidently. "It will be easier to find a comfortable place for me as a human." Then, after taking a deep breath and focusing his energy, he let out a soft growl before collapsing to the ground in a blur of movement. His fur melted away as if it had never been there, leaving behind the naked form of Jaxon; a tall, handsome man with pale skin and silver-gray eyes.
He rose gracefully to his feet, his cock now free from the confines of its sheath but still semi-hard, and held out his hands toward Marcus, "There you are," he said with a grin. "Human Jaxon at your service." His voice sounded deeper now, more masculine, and he felt lighter without the weight of fur on his body.
He looked around at his surroundings, taking in the cabin once more as a man before turning back to Marcus and asking curiously, "Now then...where would you like me to sleep?" There was an unmistakable note of hope in his voice.
Marcus stared at Jaxon in astonishment. He was a truly handsome man, and he was naked... NAKED? "Y-you're... you're..." Marcus looked away, a blush creeping across his cheeks. He quickly ran to a dresser, grabbed some underwear, and returned to Jaxon. "H-here... put these on..." he said nervously, not looking at the man, holding out the red boxers.
Jaxon hesitated for a moment, taking in Marcus's nervous demeanor and the red boxers he was being offered. There was a part of him that didn't want to cover up the man's gift of underwear, but he knew it would make Marcus more comfortable and prevent any accidental arousal. With a small nod, he took the boxers from Marcus and slid them on over his flaccid cock, feeling a strange sense of security and belonging as they covered him.
He glanced up at Marcus with a soft smile, "Thank you." Then, remembering their earlier conversation about sleeping arrangements, he asked again, "So... where would you like me to sleep?" His voice was barely above a whisper now, thick with anticipation and desire for the man who had been so kind to him.
Marcus glanced at the man out of the corner of his eye. "Well..." he said, looking away from the man and toward the sofa. Marcus paused for a moment to think; he barely fit when he lay down on the sofa, and Jaxon was slightly taller and bigger than him, so the man wouldn't fit either. He looked at his bed, and a slight blush appeared on his cheeks. There was nowhere for Jaxon to sleep. He sighed and looked back at the half-naked man. "...you'll sleep in my bed... with me..." he said softly, avoiding the man's eyes, before turning and walking toward the bed.
Jaxon hesitated for a moment, unsure if he had heard correctly. The thought of sharing the bed with another person was both thrilling and terrifying in equal measure. He slowly followed after Marcus, his gaze locked on the man's back as they approached the bed. When they reached it, Jaxon paused again before finally asking softly, "Are you sure?"
The uncertainty in his voice betrayed his inner turmoil, his heart racing with anticipation at the thought of being so close to Marcus, yet fearful that he might be taking advantage or pushing the man too far.
Marcus glanced at the man before looking away again, a slight blush rising to his cheek. The man was truly attractive. He cleared his throat. "Of course I'm sure... I invited you to sleep in my cabin... now come to bed..." he said, before lying down. "...or if you don't want to... you can go to the sofa," he added gently.
Jaxon took a deep breath before slowly sitting down on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on Marcus as he waited for the man's permission to join him. The tension in the air was palpable, thick with unspoken desires and fears. After what felt like an eternity, Marcus nodded gently, giving Jaxon the go-ahead. With a small smile of thanks, the werewolf carefully climbed into bed beside him, scooting close enough that their bodies touched from shoulder to hip.
For a long moment, neither man moved, each unsure of how much contact was too much or if they should even touch at all. Finally, Jaxon's arm snaked out and draped across Marcus's waist, pulling the human closer still as he buried his face in the crook of Marcus's neck. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice muffled by cloth. "For being so kind to me." His breath warmed Marcus's skin, sending shivers down his spine and making it harder for him not to respond in kind.