Fourteen Tanner

Iwas surprised when Wyatt asked me out to the beach for another sunset, but happy to go nonetheless. This time, we headed north of town, following the coastline for nearly twenty minutes until a small park suddenly appeared in front of us. A short hike from the parking lot brought us to a nearly deserted beach. Thankfully, the day had been uncharacteristically warm, and the heat still clung to the sand as we arrived.

"Wow," I sighed, holding my arms out as the wind blew across the water. Wave crashed against the shore, grinding what tiny rocks were left into sand. "It's really beautiful out here."

"I used to hang out here with my friends back in high school," he replied, tossing his backpack down on the sand. "It was one of the only places we could come and shift for the night and not get caught."

"I thought you said the pack had land for that?"

"They do," he smiled. "But who wants to hang out with their parents and a bunch of stuffy old people?'

"Fair."

I glanced back at him, my jaw dropping as I watched him start to strip.

"Uh… what are you doing?"

"You said you liked dogs," he smiled, tossing his shirt to the ground. "I figured you might enjoy a beach date with a wolf."

"Now that I know, it's going to be weird." I couldn't tear my eyes away from him as he undid his belt and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his jeans. "You don't have to do this."

He paused. "Will it make you happy?"

I couldn't help a small nod. I really did like dogs, and Wyatt made an exceptionally cute one.

"Then why not?" He slipped off his pants, tossing them aside. Stepping over to me, he wrapped an arm around my waist, his naked body pressed against me. "I thought about what you said, and I want to do this. Even if it's just for the summer, I want to explore this feeling with you." He reached up, holding my chin between his thumb and forefinger. "Is that okay?"

"Uh-huh," I replied stupidly, completely taken aback by his sudden touch. Already I could feel my jeans getting tighter and tighter, all too aware of his thick cock pressed against my own. "I'd like that."

"Then don't worry about it being awkward," he smiled, giving me a small kiss. "I'm probably gonna be awkward the whole time. This is a big first for me."

He pulled away, leaving me longing for more. However, I didn't mind the view as he stepped out toward the water.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Sure."

With that, I watched his body begin to contort. For a moment, it looked painful, and then, with a few small pops and a sudden rush of fur, he landed on all fours as a massive ginger wolf. Turning around, he sat down in the sand, his big blue eyes staring up at me.

"So… do I play fetch with you or something?" I asked with a smirk.

A low growl met my words.

"Okay, okay," I laughed. "Walkies then."

I'd never seen a wolf roll its eyes before, but Wyatt had it down to an art.

"Come on," I said, patting my leg. Reaching down, I scooped up Wyatt's clothes and his bag, tucking them under a nearby tree at the edge of the beach. "I've been far too lazy today."

With a small bark, Wyatt took to my side, and we started our way down the beach. He hadn't been kidding when he said nobody came out there. Even after walking nearly a mile down the beach, the place was completely deserted. On my right, I watched as the sun slowly dipped to the horizon, the bright golds and oranges catching the underside of the clouds and casting the entire world in a reddish hue.

"Wow," I sighed, standing there with the waves lapping at my feet. "This place really is beautiful." I ran my fingers through Wyatt's fur between his tall ears. "People always say Michigan is pretty, but this isn't what I expected."

I pulled my hand away as Wyatt's form shifted once more, his body growing just a little past my height as he transformed into a human. He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me close once more so we were standing hip to hip.

"It's pretty nice," he replied, his fingers working their way under my shirt. "I wish I had more time to enjoy it."

"You are full of surprises, Wyatt Trombley," I said, bumping him with my shoulder. "First, you say you like me, then you tell me you're a werewolf, and now," I laughed, gesturing to the sunset. "You're telling me you like long walks on the beach at sunset."

"I mean… I'm just a normal person…"

"Last week, you were human and straight," I said, giving him a sideways glance. "A lot has changed pretty quickly."

"Nah. It was always there. I just… didn't talk about it."

I wrapped my arm around him, leaning my forehead against his. "You can talk to me about anything, okay?"

His cheeks turned bright red.

"I… I think you're really beautiful."

Now, it was my turn to be nervous as my heart rate doubled. Blood pounded in my ears as I stared at him, completely at a loss for what to say. Being the first guy he'd ever been interested in, I didn't expect that kind of compliment. I thought I'd be lucky to get my hand held once in a while, but not much more.

"Th-Thank y-you," I replied at last. I reached up, cupping the side of his face. "Can… Can I kiss you?"

He smiled. "Please."

Pulling him close, I pressed his lips gently against my own, savoring the taste of him as my tongue slipped between them. He pushed back, his fingers gripping my hips as he pressed his body against mine. I was all too aware of his musky scent and the growing bulge pushing against my own. Everything the past few days had been leading up to this moment, and now that I was there, I felt self-conscious.

"How far is this going?" Wyatt asked, his breath playing against my neck as he wrapped his arms around me. "Tell me what you need."

I leaned against him, my lips brushing against his ear.

"Take me. And don't ask permission again."

He pulled away, giving me one last look.

I nodded and bit my lower lip.

Once again, that was all the permission he needed from me. He didn't check the beach or even notice the sun as it dipped behind the horizon. His full attention was on me, his mouth working its way down my jaw and neck. Warm hands slipped under my shirt, peeling it off and tossing it to the ground. I kicked off my shoes as he worked at my belt, undoing my pants in record time. In a matter of seconds, I too, was standing there completely naked, the last remnants of daylight fading as the cold wind picked up.

But I didn't feel any of it. My entire world at that moment was him and nothing else. He wrapped his arms around me, his hands grasping my ass as he pulled me close. Our tongues swirled around one another, the taste of him filling my mouth. Our cocks ground together, the sensation filling my entire body with tingles. The anticipation building in my gut was killing me, but I didn't want to rush this. His touch was too perfect to hurry along.

Wyatt pulled away for a moment and gave my body a once-over.

"Damn… you really are fucking gorgeous, dude."

Before I could reply, he dropped down to his knees in front of me. A delicate hand reached up, cupping my balls. I shivered in delight, gooseflesh breaking out over my skin. He ran a single finger down the length of my cock before grasping it firmly in his hand.

"Fuck…" he sighed. "I've never felt anyone else's before." He looked up at me, his blue eyes practically glowing. "You're fucking huge." He squeezed my cock, milking out a large drop of precum. "Does it taste good?"

I couldn't help but laugh. "If you're curious, try it."

He looked a bit nervous.

"It's not bad, I promise."

Reassured, Wyatt went back to his exploration. He moved closer, his lips pursed as he flicked his tongue across my slit. A long shimmering trail of precum stretched between me and his lips. The moment the taste hit him, he moaned.

"Fuck… that's amazing!"

Before I could reply, he attempted to stuff my entire cock in his mouth. I was no slouch when it came to size, thanks to my Italian heritage, so the moment he attempted to take it all, he gagged and backed off almost immediately. He glanced up, blinking one eye closed as a single tear ran down his cheek. I couldn't help laughing.

"Maybe a bit slower this time," I smiled.

"Right," he nodded. "Got a little carried away."

Repositioning himself, Wyatt gripped my cock and slowly worked his lips past the head, his tongue flicking expertly on the underside as he went. I couldn't help moaning as the soft warmth enveloped my shaft. It had been far too long since I'd gotten a good blowjob.

After a few attempts, Wyatt began to find his rhythm. He seemed to enjoy the process. What he lacked in experience, he made up for with enthusiasm. Within a minute, he was pumping my cock simultaneously with his hand and mouth, already driving me close to the edge.

"I… I don't want to cum yet," I gasped, grabbing his hair and pulling him back.

"What do you want?"

I leveled my gaze at him. "I told you to use me." I dropped down in front of him on all fours, turning around so my ass was fully exposed. "Get me ready."

"I didn't bring lube…"

"Then use your tongue."

"My what?!"

I turned around, grabbed him by the back of the neck, and kissed him. "You heard me. Eat my fucking ass."

He nodded, taken aback by my sudden aggression. "Right. Whatever you say, dude."

Turning back around, I arched my back, giving Wyatt a good view of my hungry hole. Without a second of hesitation, he leaned forward, burying his face between my cheek. What he lacked in experience, he made up for in enthusiasm as I felt his tongue explore my tight pucker. At first, his movements were slow and testing as he tried to figure out what he should do. However, within a matter of seconds, he had me moaning so loudly I was afraid it would draw attention. Not that I cared. The sensation was far too amazing to stop him before the job was done.

"Fuck…" Wyatt moaned, pulling back to take a gasping breath. "You taste so fucking good… I could do this forever…"

"Then don't fucking stop," I replied, grabbing the back of his head and shoving him in further.

I couldn't help the surge of satisfaction as Wyatt did what he was told. There was something about ordering this dude-bro around that turned me on more than I thought possible. It was something we'd have to explore later. But right now, I just wanted his tongue in my ass.

Pushing back against his face, I let Wyatt explore every inch of my thick ass. He licked me from dick to hole over and over again, a trail of sticky saliva left in his wake. With each passing moment, I was more and more surprised by his tenacity. But my body longed for more.

Pulling away, I flipped myself over on my back and looked up at him, my eyes fixing on his dark blue ones.

"You're going to fuck me," I said. I wasn't asking. "And you're going to do it exactly how I tell you. Got it?"

He nodded eagerly, his cock throbbing between my legs as he scooched closer. "Whatever you say, bro."

For the first time, I didn't flinch at that word. There was a small flash of concern as I realized I might actually like it. I felt like I was living through some weird step-bro porn, but whatever. I could unpack that later.

"Good. Now put your fucking cock in my ass," I commanded.

Wyatt reached down, grabbing his thick pulsing meat by the base of his shaft and redirecting it toward my hole. With the other hand, he directed my ankles to his shoulders, pulling me close until his crown pressed against my entrance. A tingling sensation shot up my spine, and I felt my ring relax. I'd been aching for his dick for weeks now, and my body was ready.

With as much care as he could muster, Wyatt slowly began to press himself against me, putting more and more pressure on my hole as he went. However, I was feeling rather impatient. My rock-hard cock was already leaking precum all over my belly, and I wanted to be bred. Ever since that night, I'd wanted him to fill me up again, and I didn't want to wait any longer. Using what leverage I had, I pushed myself against him, the head of his cock slipping past my ring with a small pop.

"Fuck!" Wyatt growled, his fingers gripping my hips so hard I knew they would bruise. He was already shaking. "You feel so fucking good…"

I grabbed him by the back of the neck, pulling him down for a sloppy kiss. "Good. Now, fuck me." I stopped him before he could pull away, looking him dead in the eye. "And don't be gentle about it. I want to feel the werewolf in you."

Wyatt growled in satisfaction, the low rumbling filling his body and vibrating down his dick directly against my prostate. I couldn't help squirming as the feeling filled my body. I wasn't sure what kind of floodgate I'd opened, but I didn't fucking care. All that mattered was him and getting my ass pounded out like a slab of beef.

Leaning back, Wyatt grabbed the back of my knees and pushed me back, lifting my ass higher in the air. Before I could make another sound, I felt him slam his cock to the hilt, suddenly filling my body to the max. A blissful mixture of pain and pleasure filled my body, stars bursting in my vision. The noise that escaped me was equal parts exhilarating and embarrassing, but I didn't care. Instead, I just locked eyes with him and bit my bottom lip, giving him permission to keep going.

He didn't hesitate.

Waves crashed against the shore, their soothing tones intermixed with moans and the slapping of heavy balls against my ass. The world around me disappeared as Wyatt fucked me hard and fast, his cock reaching depths that I didn't think were possible. With each stroke, the ridge of his head and the thick vein along the top of his shaft bumped against my prostate, waves of pleasure filling my body. It was ecstasy.

I arched my back, the sand around me shifting to conform to my shape. I kept my hands firmly pinned at my sides, knowing that if I dared touch myself, I would cum instantly. And that's not what I wanted. Wyatt was going to have to fuck the orgasm right out of me, milking my prostate for every drop he could get. And the way he was going, it wasn't gonna take long.

"Fuck…" Wyatt gasped, his body slick with sweat as he continued to rail me. "So… fucking… good…"

"You like that tight ass?" I replied, my words punctuated by his thrusts.

"Fuck yeah…"

I felt the warmth filling my belly as my orgasm began to build.

"You gonna fill me up?"

"Is that… what you want?"

I fixed my gaze on his. "I want every fucking drop."

A small smirk worked its way across Wyatt's face, and I felt his pace quicken. At the same time, my body began to tense up, the orgasm already fighting to be set free. I arched my back, moaning loudly as Wyatt thrust his cock deep inside me over and over again.

I realized there was no way I was going to hold it back. My hole clenched, and my balls drew up as I reached the peak. With a shouted cry, the floodgates burst, and a rush of hot sticky cum shot in my face, the rest of it landing on my chest and belly as I came over and over again.

At the same time, Wyatt's thrusts became erratic; the friction increased by my sudden tension. Within seconds of my own orgasm, he cried out as he slammed his thick cock to the hilt. It seemed to grow inside me as he unloaded, his cock pulsing wildly. A heat filled my belly as I felt each burst of cum fill my insides. The sensation sent me even further into the abyss of pleasure, the world around me ceasing to exist as Wyatt collapsed on top of me, his cock still buried in my ass.

"Fuck…" he growled, his fingers still gripping me tightly. "I… I've never felt this good… before…"

"Me either…" I muttered, reaching up to stroke the back of his head.

"I could do this forever…"

I felt a small pang of remorse, knowing we only had until the end of the summer.

"Me too."