Damon Jones is the name and supernatural adventure is the nature of my game. Who am? Just your average, everyday, six-foot-five, dark-skinned African-American male werewolf living in the big city. There are lots of werewolves in the city of Boston. We're doctors, lawyers, cops, athletes, thugs, college students, businessmen, firefighters, etc. You name it, we are it. Recently, I made a bid to become the leader of a pack of werewolves I was running with. The leader of the pack is this tall, burly Latin guy named Jose Sanchez. He's a mean-spirited motherfucker who works for the Department of Corrections. He lives up to the stereotypical image of the abusive prison guard who messes up the prisoners just for fun.
The other members of the pack didn't like his guts either. He was a real brute to his gay younger brother Emilio Sanchez, a lean, spiky-haired Latin guy I've known for years. Folks, I don't know what the big deal is about a wolfman being gay. The humans hate our kind. They used to hunt us down like animals back in the day. So why do we brutalize ourselves for no reason? I thought my species should show itself more love than that. I guess my progressive ideas didn't sit too well with certain werewolves in high places.
It's no secret in the werewolf community that I wanted to get rid of Sanchez. His brother Emilio supported me. So did Isabel, the tall and busty, big-bottomed Hispanic chick all the other guys in the pack wanted. You see, Sanchez had wronged both of them. He burned his initials on his brother's chest one night after he got seriously pissed when a hunt went sour. As for Isabel, Sanchez thought of her as his own personal bitch. He tapped that fabulous ass of hers whenever he wanted, whether she liked it or not. Female werewolves are a deadly and powerful breed, just like the males of our kind. However, Isabel grew up around ordinary humans for the most part. She'd only joined the pack recently and didn't know how to access her wolf side as easily as the rest of us. This made her easy prey for an asshole like Sanchez.
For this, and many other reasons, I wanted to take out this bastard. Unfortunately, Sanchez was a ferocious fighter. Someone ratted me out when I made my move on him. He was ready for me. In the end, I had to face not just him but several guys and gals from the pack who backed him up. Since my ass was outnumbered, I lost the fight. In shame, I was forced to leave. Since there are many werewolves from the pack working for the local police department, I lost my job as a result of this too. Ain't life a bitch? So, I decided to drown my sorrows by hitting the club scene.
I went to visit this secret night club located in downtown Boston where all kinds of supernatural freaks mingle. Demons. Werewolves. Vampires. Monsters. You name it, they have it. The ladies at that place were something else. Like most black men I know, I like a big girl with a fat ass. Or a fat girl with a big ass. And I don't care who knows it. Which is why I'm always on the prowl. All wolfmen are hunters by nature. The type of prey, that's a matter of circumstance and preference. That's the bottom line, folks. Word up. I'm recently been laid off from my job as a police officer and I'm trying to enjoy my newfound free time. Working as a security guard for the local bank pays the bills, but it bores the hell out of me.
Last night, I picked up these two vampire chicks at a club. The first one was around five-foot-eight, plump and white, with big tits, and a fat ass. This dark-haired, porcelain-skinned white chick wasn't exactly very pretty but I did like her fat ass. Her name was Amy Bane. Big-Booty Amy to her friends. This plump white heifer weighed around two hundred and twenty pounds and must have a fifty-inch ass or something. I mean, her booty was huge. Her friend Angela Suarez was not bad-looking either. A five-foot-nine, big-booty and plump-bodied Latin heifer with long black hair, dark brown eyes and light bronze skin. And she had a huge ass too. Did I mention that? Her ass was round and plump, and even bigger than Amy's.