Three Wyatt

Ilay there in the dark, facing the wall, unable to ease my racing mind. I still didn't understand what had come over me. Why had I, against all my better judgment, gone through Tanner's suitcase while he was in the shower? The excuse I told myself was that I had to know the source of that irritatingly wonderful scent. It seemed to disrupt all of my senses, making it hard to concentrate on anything else. Not only that, it kept me permanently at half-mast, which was ridiculous. He was a guy, but for some reason, I couldn't stop it from happening. Even when the memories of my ex were driven away by my racing thoughts, my dick still wouldn't cooperate.

And, of course, as I was digging through it, I found his butt plug. It told me the majority of my assumptions were right. I'd caught him staring at me multiple times. Not that I could blame him since I was sporting a chub the entire time. Anyone would look. But he seemed to look just a little too long. That, mixed with the scent of arousal on his person, left no doubt in my mind that he was gay or at least bi. Which, to be fair, I was completely cool with. I'd been the focus of male affection before, and I always politely turned them down. I wasn't a dick. My two best friends in the whole world were gay, and there was nothing wrong with that.

Even so, I couldn't explain why, when I found the butt plug, I had the inclination to sniff it. The rich vanilla scent permeated his luggage, and I felt this undeniable urge to bury my face in it and just breathe it in. The plug, while perfectly clean, still smelled of his pheromones, and they had a power over me I didn't understand. Thankfully, I'd managed to put it down before he walked out of the bathroom. That would have been deeply embarrassing and impossible to explain.

But there I was, lying in bed only six inches from him, our backs facing one another. The queen bed was barely big enough for the two of us, and we were balancing on the extreme edges just to make sure our skin didn't touch. The vanilla scent had grown warm as he slept, the heat of his body spreading it throughout the room. I was nearly suffocated by it lying so close to him. And yet, at the same time, I couldn't help but breathe deeply, taking more and more of it in with each passing breath.

My cock, for the past hour, had been rock-hard because of it. To say that was confusing was an understatement. But, as the light of the full moon poured down on me from the window nearby, I couldn't help feeling the wolf inside of me itching to get out. I had so much pent-up energy that needed to be released, but I couldn't think of a way to get it out. I could sneak to the bathroom and shift, but I was too turned on to even consider it.

I turned onto my back, my throbbing cock tenting the sheets over my belly. Glancing down, I watched as it bobbed up and down, thrumming in time with my heartbeat. My gaze shifted over to Tanner, who was sleeping next to me. His chest rose and fell as he slept, his pale body illuminated in the moonlight. He was a pretty handsome guy. It looked like he took care of himself, and although he was a bit on the lithe side, he looked strong. His thick brown hair stuck out at odd angles against his pillow, giving him a sort of rugged look. He kept a short, scruffy beard, and I recalled his deep brown eyes that were so soft and friendly.

What the fuck was I thinking about?

Sighing, I crossed my arms over my chest, the bed bouncing beneath me. Why did this guy have me so riled up? Was it just the moon, or was there something else going on? My mind was reeling from his scent, my body was on horny lockdown, and I couldn't stop thinking about how much I wanted to touch him again. When we shook hands, it was so electric, unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. The moment our hands touched, I felt something stir within me, but I didn't understand what it was. In the moment, I'd passed it off as heightened senses and maybe static electricity from digging through his luggage. It was February, after all, and everything was dry as fuck.

I glance down again, noticing the wet spot forming on the sheets.

By the gods… I was leaking precum while lying next to another man.

What. The. Fuck.

Turning my head, my eyes trailed over his shoulder and neck, the soft skin and tiny hairs catching the moonlight. I wanted to touch him one more time. Not because I liked that sort of thing, but because I needed to know that I wasn't having weird feelings about him. I'd spent all day in terrible meetings with annoying people on top of working my ass off for the past two years with no breaks. Maybe I'd just finally snapped, or maybe my anxiety was getting the better of me. Either way, I knew that if I touched him again, I'd see that it meant nothing. After that, I could go to the bathroom and jerk off in peace and maybe get some sleep. I just had to know that it wasn't him doing this to me.

I lifted a trembling hand as I rolled in his direction. Careful to make sure I didn't touch him with my still-hard cock, I reached out, hovering my fingers over his shoulder. For a moment, I just sat there, terrified of what might happen.

"Come on," I muttered under my breath. "Stop being a pussy and get this over with."

With one last deep breath, I lowered a single finger until it finally touched his bare shoulder.

The moment I touched him, it felt like the breath was sucked out of my body. All at once, the wolf inside me jolted, and my body began to shift spontaneously. I gritted my teeth, forcing myself back into my human form before my bones could reshape themselves. Fur sprouted from my pores and immediately retracted, leaving a light dusting of ginger wolf hair on the sheets. For a long moment, I fought mentally, doing everything I could to keep the wolf at bay.

When I finally won the battle, I opened my eyes once more to find my hand had slipped down his arm and had wrapped itself over his torso. My entire body, cock and all, was pressed up against him, his heat pulsing against my skin. I breathed in deeply, the vanilla scent suddenly intoxicating as it overtook me. Snuggling into his neck, I felt my lips brush against his skin, laying small kisses along his nape. All thoughts of sexuality were driven out of my mind in an instant.

I needed him. He was everything.

There was no willpower left in my mind as I continued to drink him in. However, it was only mere seconds before he stirred. At first, he snuggled into me, clearly still half asleep, as he squeezed my hand and pulled me close. However, the next moment, he nearly jumped out of his skin as he rolled over, his face only inches from mine.

He seemed frightened, surprised by my advances. I'd given him every indication that I wasn't interested in this sort of thing. He stiffened in my grip, ready to pull away and run. But then he didn't move.

The seconds ticked by, the moonlight dancing over his beautiful brown eyes. Neither of us made a move. My heart raced in my chest, filling my ears with its thumping. I was too afraid to make the first move, worried I might frighten him.

Tanner's eyes darted back and forth, searching mine for any hint of danger. When he finally realized I wasn't going to hurt him, he relaxed in my grip. With a downward glance, he bit his lower lip and looked back up at me.

That was all the encouragement I needed.

Before another second could pass us by, our lips met, locked together in a heated passion that filled my entire existence. All my thoughts were gone. There was nothing at that moment except Tanner and the surge of electricity passing between our bodies. I dug my fingers into his hip, pulling him close as I ground my throbbing cock against his ass. He didn't turn over or pull away. Instead, he pushed back, his firm cheeks increasing the friction between us.

My body took over, my cock grinding against his tight hole. I was already leaking precum all over the place, lubing him up naturally. But it wasn't enough. Too impatient to wait, I spit in my hand, smearing it across his hole and the head of my cock. With the other hand, I grabbed him by the throat, pulling him back against me.

Tanner was startled but moaned as I gripped him hard. He liked me being rough with him. His scent nearly bowled me over as pheromones suddenly filled the room, the rich vanilla scent almost too much to bear. I felt the wolf inside of me go wild, and I knew there was no going back. Everything had been leading up to this moment, and I wasn't going to waste a second of it.

I bucked my hips forward, grinding my throbbing cock against his hole until I felt it slip past his ring with a small pop. Tanner cried out but didn't pull away. In fact, he pushed back even harder, clearly overcome with the same unexplainable urges as I was. He needed my cock, and with his tight tunnel wrapped around my shaft, there was no way I could say no.

The friction between us grew as I started pumping inside him, pushing deeper and deeper until I was buried as far as I could go. I reached down and grabbed the back of his knee, lifting his leg higher so I could work even more of my cock inside him. It was sheer ecstasy the way he felt. I'd never experienced anything like it. Each stroke filled my body with tingles. Warmth built at the base of my spine, and I knew I wasn't going to last long. But a quick glance down showed me that Tanner wasn't going to either. His moans filled the room, and his rock-hard cock was leaking an impossible amount of precum. I had a fleeting worry about the other hotel guests hearing us, but I didn't care. I was like an Alpha in the rut, and all I wanted to do was breed.

And Tanner was my bitch.

"F-Fuck…" Tanner gasped. "I'm gonna…"

I bit down on his shoulder, pounding him harder and harder because I wasn't far off either. My balls slapped loudly against his ass as his moans grew louder. I felt him tense in my grip, his back arching further with every thrust.

Suddenly, his hole tightened around me, the friction too much to resist any longer. With a cry, Tanner bucked forward, and I watched as he shot his load all over the bed without even touching himself. The wave of pheromones and the tightness of his ass drove me over the edge.

Growling in his ear, I thrust my pulsing cock deep into his ass as I came over and over again. The sensation was so intense that the world around me began to spin, stars exploding in my vision. My hips continued to thrust of their own accord until every last drop of my seed was buried deep inside him. With one last pulse, I let go of him and fell back on my pillow, the teeth marks still visible on his shoulder. Waves of pleasure crashed through my body, each one a little less until I was left with a soft vibration enveloping my entire body.

I thought Tanner might spring up and run to the bathroom. Instead, he just lay there breathing heavily, my softening cock still firmly lodged between his cheeks. However, he just reached back and grabbed my hand, pulling it over his torso and weaving his fingers through mine.

"Thank you," he whispered, snuggling into his pillow.

The moment he spoke, the spell was broken.

Panic surged through my system as I realized what I'd just done. I wanted, more than anything, to escape from the situation I'd put myself in. However, with his fingers laced in mine and holding me tightly against him, there was nowhere to go. Instead, I lay there, silently panicking, until I heard his soft snores filling the room.

With the utmost precision, I unwound myself from him and pulled away, my cock slipping out of his ass at last. Even just that tiny bit of movement got me hard again. It had been less than fifteen minutes, and it seemed like my body was ready for another round.

My mind, however, was not.

Extricating myself from the bed, I quickly pulled on my shorts and shirt. I couldn't stay there. My greatest fear had come true, and now the evidence of it was sleeping in the same bed as me. In the morning, he'd want to talk about it or, even worse, think it meant something. I couldn't allow it to be, either. I wasn't gay, and what had happened was just a bad dream.

Grabbing my suitcase and slipping on my shoes, I headed for the door. I did a quick check to make sure I had everything. But as I reached out for the door handle, something stopped me. With a sigh, I crossed the room once more, kneeling down in front of Tanner, who was fast asleep.

He looked so beautiful in the moonlight. Even though my mind was urging me to run, I couldn't do it just yet. There was a part of me that wanted to stay, that wanted to hold him for the rest of the night… or even the rest of my life. But I knew it couldn't happen. How would I learn to deal with that? How would my father react? I'd lose everything I'd spent my whole life working for.

No. Tanner would remain a memory, and that was all. In twenty-four hours, I'd be back home, and I could leave this all behind me.

Pushing myself up, I headed back toward the door. I stopped halfway across the room, seeing the top drawer of the dresser open a couple of inches. One of Tanner's shirts was sticking out.

Maybe… something to remember him by.

I pulled open the drawer, taking care to make sure it didn't make any noise. Inside, I found enough clothing for two business trips. Digging through, I chose a t-shirt with a Celtic knotwork screen printed across the front. Lifting it to my face, I inhaled his sweet vanilla scent. The moment I did, something that had been folded inside it fell to the floor.

It was his butt plug.

Glancing back to make sure Tanner was still asleep, I picked it up gingerly. For a moment, I stared at it in disgust. However, the more I turned over the black silicone, running my fingers over the curve and bulbous bump at the end, the more I wondered what it felt like. Tanner had cum without even touching himself. Was such a thing possible for me?

Not to mention, the silicone, although clean, had absorbed his pheromone scent. If I were to use it, it would be like he was inside me.

My cock twitched so hard I thought it might blow a hole in my shorts. Without a second thought, I slipped the toy into my pocket and placed the shirt back in the drawer.

Did I feel like a fucking creep? Yes. Was I going to put it back? No.

Grabbing my suitcase once more, I pulled the door open and headed out into the hallway.

In the course of a single night, my entire life had changed. Now, I just had to find a way to forget it.