Date: Tue, 19 Aug 2014 09:34:37 -0700
From: - - <mike.99999@yahoo.com>
Subject: Not a Werewolf

I was just a dumb kid.

"Dad, do werewolves exist?"

"Is this about the wolf that escaped from the zoo?" he replied.

"Could be." A combination of news reports, weird body feelings, and old
movies had gotten into my brain.

"Cory, werewolves don't exist. Relax, it's just a myth. You know, as you
get older, you'll learn how to separate myth from reality."

I answered, "But Dad, I've been noticing some weird things, changes. Look
at my chin! That's hair growing there! It's on my chin, on my chest, and
other places I don't see where having hair on is really gonna help me."

Dad sat down on my bed next to me. He chuckled to himself. It was bedtime,
so we were both wearing pajamas.

He asked me, "Do you know what raging hormones are?"


"Yeah, it's one of those rides."


"Son, do you know what these changes that are happening to you are?"

I hesitated and looked him in the eye. "I'm a werewolf."

"You're just getting older. You're growing up, and these changes are all
part of that. You're not turning into a wolf-man. You're just turning into
a man."

I looked at him. I had been freaking out about what I thought was the only
rational explanation. Dad pointed at the marks on the wall.

"Cory, do you see how you've been getting taller each year? Pretty soon,
you're going to get a lot taller, like me, and your body is getting you
ready for that. You might have aches and pains, and you're going to outgrow
your clothes."

He knew some of the clues that I had followed. "Dad, I can hear my voice
turning into a growl. Pretty soon, I'll start howling at the moon and
climbing on the roof."

"Your voice is changing, because it's time for your voice to start
changing," Dad said. "It'll get deeper. All the guys your age are going
through that."

It sounded good. "But the hair, Dad!"

He interrupted me. "Hold out your hands like this. See how you have a
little hair on your hands and I've got a lot of hair there, even on my
knuckles? Pretty soon, it'll be the same for you."

He touched my face. "I see you're starting to grow some peach fuzz
here. Maybe it's time for you to start shaving, like me. Touch my face. See
how I've got hair growing there? It's just a normal part of being a
man. You understand?"

I sat there next to him. I never thought about what he'd look like if he
didn't shave. I had been picturing myself turning into some kind of hairy
monster.

Dad kicked off his slippers. "Look at my feet," he said. "Pretty crazy,
right? But pretty soon you'll start growing hair there, too, just like me."
I looked at my smooth, little feet.

"Your body is going to go through a lot of changes, because you have
hormones that are turning you into a man. It'll take a few years. You might
feel like a werewolf because you'll be eating more. Your body is going to
sweat more. You're going to grow more muscles."

I asked him, "And you went through the same thing?"

"Yes, Cory, everybody does. It's puberty."

We sat there for a minute. I kind of couldn't believe it.

Dad asked me, "Do you want to know what's going to happen to your body?" I
shook my head yes and looked at him. His chest hair was poking out of the
V-neck of his pajama top. He pointed to it.

"You're going to start growing hair on your chest, maybe not as much as
mine, but maybe eventually." He poked a finger at the neck of my shirt and
looked down. I unbuttoned the top two buttons quickly and pointed him
towards my chest hair, make that chest hairs. It was two thin wiry hairs in
the middle of my chest. He felt them with his thick thumb and finger,
appraising my development.

Dad said, "That's quite a good start there. I could see why you'd be
alarmed." He ran a finger around, feeling for fuzz. "You'll probably start
getting more, maybe here by your neck or around your nipples. You might
even notice that your nipples turn a little darker."

"What?!" I shouted.

Dad unbuttoned his shirt. "See how mine are darker? It's just another
little change that your body goes through."

With his shirt open except for the last button, he revealed his armpit to
me. It had thick, curly brown hair. "Do you have hair here yet?" I moved my
shirt aside and held my arm up.  There was a patch of fuzz starting, still
light-colored.

"I do, Dad, and it smells."

"You just need some deodorant and to make sure you keep clean," Dad
said. He grazed his hand under my armpit, feeling the soft hair. Then he
rested a hand on my back. "I bet your legs are starting to get a little
hairier, too, right?"

I thought about it. I hadn't really noticed. Dad stood up, held his
waistband, and let his pajama pants fall to the floor. He just had a pair
of boxers on. Sometimes, if something happened in the middle of the night,
I'd see Dad in just a T-shirt and his boxers, but this was somehow
different. His shirt was opened up. He was just more exposed to me, and we
were all alone.

So he sits back down next to me, and his leg is pretty hairy, and then he
had kind of a tan-line on his thigh, and the hair kept going up. I never
really thought of my dad as this hairy guy, but he was showing me.

"Show me yours," he said. I stood up, let my bottoms fall off, and sat back
down. "See? You've got hair down here by your knees, but you're starting to
grow hair here, too." He grazed his fingers over my smooth, pale thigh,
just below where my boxers ended. He felt the thin, light hairs and let his
hand rest on my thigh as it had on my back.

I was forgetting all about my werewolf theory.

"Cory, you're becoming a man. You know you're a main when you get hair on
your cock." I had never heard my dad talk like that.

To my surprise, Dad leaned back, held the waistband of his boxers, and slid
the front down, exposing a trail pointing downward to a bush of curly hair
and the start of the neck of his penis. He was showing me.

I had really never seen another man like this. I had never done any kind of
you-show-me-yours thing when I was younger. I was kind of sheltered. I had
never looked at a porno magazine or a movie.

As he showed me, I looked. I noticed that the fly of his boxers had gaped
open a little bit, and I found myself titling my head just barely and
peering into the shadowy hole. I didn't see anything through it, maybe just
his leg, I couldn't tell.

"Let's take a look," Dad said. I looked up at him and then down at my
waist.

I leaned back, hooked my thumbs into my waistband, and slid my underwear
down until the waistband was against my dick.

I looked down, and saw a patch of light hair growing in, clustered in one
spot, just like my Dad's, which was on display next to it.

My dad's hand reached out towards it, and as his fingers felt the hair, my
back tensed up a bit and I kind of breathed in with a little gasp. I
gulped.

"You're a man. You're a young man, growing into his body," Dad said. He
pulled his hand back and stood up, bent over, lifted his pants up, and
started buttoning his shirt. I was still sitting there with my pubes out,
so I started getting dressed, too.

I didn't say anything. I didn't know what to say. There was maybe a second
for me to feel stupid for thinking I was a werewolf and for not knowing
this stuff, but Dad kept right on talking, sort of embarrassed.

"Cory, you're alright. You're developing like a normal young man is
supposed to. ...You should be proud, and you should expect more changes,
and it's all normal and okay. uh... you might have some strange dreams. And
you might get curious about your body, and that's normal and okay. Your
body might do some things that will surprise you. You can just do what
feels good. And if you need to talk to me about anything, you just ask me,
okay?"

I stood there, not knowing what to say. "Okay, Dad. Thanks"

He left and closed the door behind him. I got in bed. I noticed that my
dick felt stiff. This had happened occasionally before. Again, I slid my
pajamas and underwear down in the front, only this time I let my cock come
out. It bent up to point at me, resting on its little nest of hair.

I touched it, and it felt good. A wave went through me. I held it in my
hand. It felt good. I stroked my hand along it, sort of squeezing it. It
felt good. I tugged on it for about 30 seconds, and it felt really
good. Then my body kind of tensed up again. My leg twitched a little. Then
a little bit of ooze dripped out. This had happened occasionally before.

I stopped touching it, tucked it back into my clothes, and figured I should
go wash my hands. I wondered if I had just peed on myself.

I went to the bathroom, and I found it locked. I knocked on the door, and
my Dad yelled out "just a minute!" I figured he was peeing, but I didn't
hear a stream of water. I went back to my room and watched TV until I heard
him come out and go to his room.


That was that.

I thought about it a lot, though. I had wet dreams, just like my Dad
said. I started getting really curious about my body and was jerking
off. One time, Dad sort of whispered to me not to take so long in the
shower in the morning, and I figured that he knew what I was doing.


I got taller. My voice got deeper. My balls got lower and hairier, and my
dick got longer. I got muscles. My appetite grew. I grew.


Then, just after I turned 18, this happened. It was around Halloween, and
my family usually did a lot for the holiday. There was always a lot of
decorations, and everybody dressed up. Sometimes, there'd be a big party.

I walked in the front door, and everything was cobwebs and witches. I
grabbed some candy out of a bowl and ate it. I went upstairs to my room and
walked in. I heard Dad walk down the hallway towards me and follow me in.

"Hey Dad!"

"Hey Cory, you all ready? Is that your costume?"

"Yeah, I was just about to get changed." Dad closed the door behind him and
stood there. We would always change in private, but I was okay with it.

"Wolf-man costume?"

"Yeah, I just picked it up." I held up the plastic mask.

"I remember when you were worried that you were turning into a
werewolf. You remember that?"

"Yeah, I do," I said. "I guess that was pretty dumb."

"No, it was funny. I've thought about that a lot. I hope I wasn't too dumb
trying to explain what was really happening."

"You were fine, Dad," I said, taking my shirt off. My dad watched.

"I guess you're all finished growing now, huh?" he said. "I bet you're
taller than me now." I said I wasn't sure. Dad motioned me over to him. We
stood back-to-back.

I felt his broad, muscular shoulders against mine, the backs of our heads
gently pressed against each other. I stood up straight. Our heels tapped
against each other as we moved into position, and our butts touched. I felt
his hand go up and press against the back of my head.

"Just about an inch taller," Dad said, turning around to me.

We stood about a foot away from each other. I was smiling at his praise of
my development. I felt proud, and I felt like he was proud of me.

He pointed to me and said, "And you've got some real chest hair now, too."
I looked down and ran my fingers through it.

"Well, it's not like yours, but it's more than I had, right?"

"It's fine, son," Dad said. He surprised me by reaching out and touching
it. "Oh, do you mind me feeling it? It feels like mine."

I said, "No, that's okay. Go ahead." His hand trailed down, about halfway
to my navel.

I turned around and got the costume pants off the hanger, tattered at the
bottom, and set them on the bed. I was thinking that I guess I'm just going
to get changed in front of him now. It felt odd, but I didn't mind it. I
had always been curious about seeing him change, ever since that night. I
had just been kind of curious about his body.

I stepped out of my sneakers, undid my jeans, and let them fall to the
floor. I stepped out of them, still with my back to him.

"Looks like you're starting to get some hair on your ass, too," Dad said. I
was kind of shocked still to hear him curse. Also, I didn't know what he
meant.

"What?" I said, kind of pivoting on my feet to try to look behind me.

"Right here," Dad said. He took a step forward and reached out one finger
to touch the small of my back. I stood, facing out, and just kind of
allowed him to touch there. "Pretty soon, you'll have a spot of hair there
like me."

I bent my elbow and reached behind to my back, feeling it. "Oh yeah, I feel
it."

"Bad news, kid," Dad said. "Pretty soon, give in ten years and you'll have
a hairy butt."

I looked at him, quizzically. A moment passed. Then, he turned around,
hooked his sweatpants with his fingers, and slid them down along with his
boxers in the back. He mooned me. I looked. He had light hair on his butt
cheeks. I stared for two seconds. Then he slid them back up.

He took a step towards me again, reached out a finger again, hooked it onto
my waistband, and I allowed him to slide them down just a little in the
back. The pale mound of flesh was uncovered.

"Nope, still smooth," Dad said.

I looked at him. I knew what I wanted, and I think he wanted it too.

I said, "Dad, do you want to see how much I've grown?" He nodded yes. I
slid my underwear down a bit in the front, showing him my pubes. They were
now manly and full. Dad reached out his hand and touched them. Again, my
body went tense from having him touch me there. It reminded me of that
earlier time and also made me feel grown up and connected to him.

He didn't pull his hand away this time. He didn't leave. He grazed his
fingers up and down the trail, then kept his hands touching my hair.

I calmed down a bit after a couple seconds. "Dad? Back then, I really
wanted to show off how big my cock was getting. I wanted you to see."

"Well, you could show me now if you want. I bet it's even bigger now."

With my hands still pushing my boxers down, I just pushed them lower, bent
a little bit, felt the back of my waistband catch against my butt and slide
over my cheeks. They floated gently to the floor, and my cock was out.

We both just stared down at it. It was a little stiff, pointing out at him,
and curling a little to the left and upwards as it twitched with each
heartbeat.

"My, my," Dad said. "That's looking pretty impressive, son." I felt proud
and warm. "Do you mind if I touch it?"

"Go ahead." He reached out slowly and took a hold of it like he was
examining a new wrench he was going to buy. He held it like he was feeling
the weight. He squeezed it gently and slid his fingers underneath. It grew
in his hands.

I asked him, "Dad, if I'm taller than you now, do you think my dick is
bigger than yours?"

"Well, there's only one way to find out. Should we?" I nodded yes. He
shucked his boxers down to the floor. His rod flopped out and twitched up
like it was giving me the finger. We both looked down at our
semi-erections. Dad slowly reached out and held his cock and my cock side
by side.

He said, "Just about an inch longer." We looked at each other and
smiled. He rested our dicks there on his flat hand between us. It looked
like we were trading fish.

"Well, mine's not really as big as it gets," I said.

"Yeah, neither is mine. I guess we'd have to stand here and tug on them for
a while to really see."

We looked at each other silently, smiling, smirking, until finally we each
took our own tool in a grip and started pulling. I tugged slowly. I watched
Dad stretch his out and squeeze it tight. He reached his other hand out and
held it under my balls.

"Do you ever jiggle these when you're jerking off?" he asked, tickling my
sack. His fingers felt rough and dry against the wispy hair on my
balls. Then he did the same to his own, lower, manlier balls. His legs
bowed out as he clenched his butt and pushed into his hand.

I cupped my nuts in my hand and slid my finger along my now-wet slit. I
bent mine down and he did the same.

"They're pretty much the same," Dad said. "You're really grown up now,
Cory. Do you know what to do with it?"

"Yeah, Dad, I jerk off every day."

Dad said, "Yep, me too, even at my age. But do you know how to fuck?"

"Uh, I think I got the gist of it."

"I'd like to teach you."

"Okay, I want you to."

Dad had me lie down on my bed on my back. He got up on top of me. Our hard
dicks pointed at each other. "First, you have to do a little foreplay, like
licking the nipples." Dad leaned over and flicked his tongue over my
nipples, then he gave them a little nibble. It was driving me crazy.

"Then you can start really fucking," Dad said. "You have to slowly put
yourself in. I'm just going to slide my dick between your legs." He pushed
it in slowly. It felt hard against me. Then he grabbed my sides and started
sliding in and out, faster and faster. He said, "Now you can really go
crazy." He started pounding and pushing, back and forth, harder and harder,
getting closer and closer.

Then he pulled out and said, "Your turn. Show me what you got."

"Can I do it from behind?" I asked, and my dad rolled over under me. My
legs were wide, outside of his, and I positioned my hot, hard, wet dick
behind him. I positioned it and pushed in. It slipped through and Dad
moaned. I felt myself pushing against him.

I was grinding slow, feeling it slide all the way along the length of my
long cock.

"Faster, Cory," Dad said. I started humping and pumping and grunting. I
held his body with my hands while I shoved my dick back and forth. I was
starting to go crazy. I was letting it take over.

I grabbed the wolf-man mask and put it on. Dad laughed and said, "Yeah,
just like that.

I was lurched over his body, feeling his hair and my hair and our skin and
muscles all touch and push and rub. I reached around to the front and
played with his nipple as he had done with mine. Then I slid my hand down
his hairy chest until I found his cock. I squeezed it tight. I pulled and
pulsed.

"Do it, son," Dad said. I was so hot and ready. I shot my load and felt it
splash out. As I tensed and pushed, I felt Dad's cock explode in my hand,
shoot all over my wrist and his hairy chest.

We shot and jerked and twitched and rubbed and moaned.

Finally, we ended up side by side on my bed, slurped with ooze, sweaty.

"You're a man, Cory," Dad said.