"You sure you're ok closing up by yourself?"
Adam's thighs collided with the table as he was startled by how close João's words sounded behind him. Adam spun around to face him, his perky bottom shifting to rest snugly on the edge of the table. João was so close Adam could smell the last of his lingering aftershave and the sweat from a hard day's work. Those brown eyes stared down at him under a mane of curly brown hair. Instinctively, Adam swept a hand through his own blond hair to straighten it.
"I- I'll be fine, João. You're on the early shift tomorrow you should get some rest."
João's eyebrows knitted in concern. "Adam. About what happened a few weeks ago--"
"Nothing happened, João. I just got too drunk and made a fool of myself, as usual."
João's eyes widened in surprise at the ferocity of Adam's reply instantly making him regret the outburst. Adam sighed, and put his hand on João's hard chest to push past him. If he didn't know better, he could've sworn a shiver passed through the larger man at his touch. João held firm and Adam lifted his curious eyes to meet João's. There was something on his mind but Adam couldn't take it. He didn't want to hear anything more to add to his frustration. He pushed harder against João who finally relented and let him pass. A tingle at the back of his neck told him João's eyes followed him as made his way back to the counter.
"Ok, Adam. If you're sure. Thanks, man."
Adam waited until he heard the click of the door closing and then threw his cleaning rag into the sink in frustration. He wanted to yell, to break something. Anything just to vent out some of the energy building inside. Two weeks since that encounter in the woods. An encounter that everything Adam knew about the world told him was impossible, and yet it had happened. The jaw ache. The dirt on his knees. It was all evidence of the encounter. Not to mention the dreams that still haunted him.
Only now it was different. Adam would find himself on that cliff top, at the edge. The wolfman would be just within the trees, watching him but never saying a word. If Adam approached it always retreated back into the shadows teasing him with a memory. The erections had only gotten worse too. He'd find his tiny cock standing to attention at random points of the day, pushing painfully against his skinny jeans. No matter how much he'd tried, with all types of porn to help, he had been able to cum since the woods. The closest he got was when he thought of the wolfman. Of what it had been like to be engulfed by that furry sack. To have the huge dick filling his mouth and pounding against the back of his throat. Then, it was like the worst kind of edging. He'd work himself up until his hands were coated in precum, pounding away at his tiny man meat until, at the last moment, the climax would slip from his grasp. Leaving him only with the feeling of humiliation. What kind of man fantasised about being skull raped by a beast.
Adam took a deep breath as he made a decision. This couldn't go on. He needed answers and the only place he would find them was back in those woods. First, he needed to shower and make himself look good. He couldn't present himself to his Alpha like this.
Adam shook himself. Where had that thought come from? Still, it wouldn't hurt to freshen up. He hated to feel grimy and a shower was always invigorating. Perhaps he'd be able to plan more clearly afterwards.
***
The plan was not clear at all. The knot in Adam's stomach tightened around a swarm of butterflies as the taxi took him further into the hills. He told the driver to stop at the last corner before the cabin came into view. The last thing he wanted was for Enrico or any of the others to spot him wandering around their property. Adam's face turned red at the very thought. He'd somehow omitted to ask who's cabin it actually was last time. For all he knew they'd rented it and he could be arrested for trespassing.
Branches rustled in the wind and Adam turned his attention to the thicket around him. There was more to worry about in these woods than people. He kept to the edge of the forest as he marched up the road, alert to anything that might be creeping up on him. At start of the gravel drive, Adam peeked round the edge of a bush and stared up at the cabin. It stood dark and lifeless in the dying light of the day. That didn't mean there was no one around. They could be out in the hot tub, which he'd need to get past in order to find the trail.
Adam darted across the gravel and into the foliage on the other side. If he could keep the cabin on his right then he was certain he could find his way through the trees to the trail. Then it would be a simple task of retracing his steps. He hoped.
As branches whipped against his skin and insects buzzed about his face, he realised his attire was all wrong for this trip. He thought he'd been smart. Short, black skinny jeans and a slim black vest to guard against the evening's heat and help him hide in the dark. His clothes proved to be little protection against the elements and his skin was so pale it was probably a beacon to anyone watching.
Adam pushed on until he reached the trail. His heart pounded in his chest. Did he really want to do this? At that moment, his prick betrayed him again. It swelled painfully inside his shorts, as if warning him of the eternal sexual limbo he would be left in. He swallowed his doubts and made his way down the trail. Maybe nothing would happen and he'd just spend a creepy night in the woods. Better than being trapped in his apartment with his dirty thoughts tormenting him.
Why were things never easy for him? He'd had the chance to hang out with João and the other guys, to be with the cool crowd for a change. They were probably out having drinks at a bar or hooking up with girls right now. Maybe he should have asked one of them to come with him. No, that would never work. What could he even say that didn't sound crazy. Or humiliating.
"Hey João, wanna come into the woods with me tonight to see if I can find the wolfman that skull raped me the other weekend? Maybe you can bring Enrico too. Then the two of you can jack your massive man meats off together while you watch it happen again," he said mockingly as he stepped around a tree and onto the edge of the clearing.
Nothing there but the cliff edge and a cloudless night sky to mock him.
He made to turn when something hard slammed into his back, sending him sprawling into the dirt. He rolled over in time to see a mass of fur, teeth, and claws leaping towards. Adam let out a scream that died in his throat as a massive hand closed over his mouth. The wolfman was on top of him. Its legs pinning each of his own, spread open so that their crotches aligned. With the other hand, it had managed to catch Adam's flailing arms and pin them above his head.
Adam stared wide eyed at the beast, taking in rapid breaths through his nose. Slowly, it released his mouth and brought a finger up to its own. Adam nodded in understanding, too terrified to utter a sound in case it was viewed as disobedience.
"I knew you'd be back. I knew there was a sissy soul living inside that soft, curvy body of yours," the wolfman growled, as it ran one clawed finger, almost lovingly, down Adam's cheek and onto his neck. When it reached his vest, the claw hooked underneath the fabric. Tearing filled the silence between them as the finger continued its journey towards Adam's crotch. He arched his back in pleasure, as the overpowering scent of the creature's pheromones once more began to cloud his mind. The taste of wolfman's cum, the feel of his cock filling his mouth. Adam wanted it. He needed it. He glanced down to see the beginning of that pink erection emerge above the wolfman's mighty balls.
No! He needed to focus. He had come here for answers. "I've come back to find out what's happening to me. What did you do to me?"
"Really? Because from what I heard in the woods, you were hoping to taste my seed again. While real men coated you with their cum." Adam flushed bright pink and the wolfman let out a throaty chuckle. "That's a good colour on you, little one. There's no need to be shy though. It's just us here."
The wolfman leaned closer and their lips met. A wet, fat tongue invaded Adam's mouth, batting aside his own as it dominated him. To Adam's surprise, it didn't taste bad. In fact, it was rather enjoyable. Adam found himself leaning in to the kiss, allowing the wolfman to lead. He leaned closer, trying to take in more of that inquisitive tongue. He wasn't sure when they were freed, but Adam discovered he could move his legs again. With a life of their own, they shifted up and wrapped tightly around the wolfman's waist. Pulling the two of them together. A hand slid underneath Adam and he was lifted into the air. Adam reached out and ran his hands through the creature's fur, tracing his fingers over the creature's pecs and down its hard abs. His hips were grinding against the wolfman, the pressure against his shorts growing as its dick responded. Adam felt as if he was melting into the beast. As if his very being was being engulfed by the masculine energy that now held him.
Their kiss ended abruptly as a firm hand took a tight hold of his hair and pulled his head back. Adam stared into those golden eyes as he tried to get his breath back. Tried to ignore the taste of wolf in his mouth.
"I still want answers," he squeaked, barely able to control the primal urges inside him. Pleading with him to pull the wolfman in closer.
The wolfman bared his fangs, obviously in annoyance. Then, a wicked look appeared in its eyes.
