Accidental Camshow

It has been an interesting semester so far. Miles got to be aware of the existence of werewolves, along with becoming one. All at his Coach’s insistence. Waking up with a muzzle for the first time, a tail wagging as he cooked breakfast, and hearing what his dormmate two rooms over said was an experience, one that Miles has gotten used to. He would be lying if he did not find it all exciting. Lazily Miles caressed his thighs as he sat in his chair, the powerful muscles barely a scratch of what they would be like when he wolfed out.

"You got all that?" A voice came through, catching Miles off guard and nearly making him tumble off his chair. Tired auburn eyes met Miles’ as his attention came back to the monitor. "Yeah! Of course, I got it Leo... But to make sure, how about we meet before practice tomorrow?" Miles asked, trying to hide the fact he did not even remember the topic. Leo took off his glasses, the rim held together by a flimsy piece of tape, and sighed. "Sure. I need to loan a book, so we meet in the library at nine." He said, his foreign accent slipping past his tired defenses.

Yet another strange part of this semester, Leo. Sure, they have worked together these months since they got assigned, but Miles barely knew anything about him. Except that he was almost the complete opposite of him. Miles got here with a sport stipendium; Leo came here on academic prowess. His skin was tanned due to playing baseball and being outside all day, while his studies partner was almost see through. Leo gets into a ton of fights, while Miles shakes the opposing teams’ hands once the game is over. The list goes on and on; And is filled with rumors. The biggest one started by Miles accidentally telling his team about Leo. Coach stormed off the field after he heard the name. Some guys on the football team said he was in the faculty building all night after that.

"I have to go, see you tomorrow." Once more brought out of his mind, Miles quickly said his goodbyes before Leo threw his headphones off and wandered away. Miles followed suit, muting his mic and turning the webcam off.  Once he was no longer watched the itch he had been holding back for so long finally got to be too much. With little care for his clothing, and getting a sense of erotic pleasures as he ripped them apart, he transformed into the silver and dark grey beast he has come to love.

"Finally!" Miles breathed out slumping back into his chair, recently modified to handle the muscles and weight of his wolfed-out form. Ever since he turned Miles always felt best to be a wolf. It was liberating. Stronger senses, more power packed beneath his fur, a tail that never failed to amuse him. And of course, his extra-large package which he gently squeezed, making the wolf shiver. His hardening cock begging for attention. Miles been busy, it had been so long that he already started leaking as blood started pumping through his member, making a big wet spot form in his stretched jock. But before he could tear it off, he had to find something good to nut to.

He opened a couple of his favorite websites, his nails tapping against the scratched keyboard feverishly. One for smut, one for videos, and one site for pinups, the admin even had a section where he put up his favorite photo for the week. Last time it was a burly bear of a man with a taut muscle gut, his naughty bits covered by an agonizingly well-placed beam of light. Just the memory had Miles already licking his fangs.

But before Miles could properly start reading some poorly written smut, he heard a noise. He looked around the room, but he lived alone. Maybe an add had started to play? He heard it again, a sigh. The video he had on was muted, but it sure looked like the guys in it would make some noise, that skinny one especially. Once more, this time the sound of cloth being thrown. Miles searched through his computer, trying to find the source of the noise. Eventually noticing his webcam’s red light.

Curiously, he opened the app, and his jaw dropped at what he saw. Leo stood there shirtless in plain view, a hand gently resting on his hip as he stretched. Sure, it was shocking already, to see someone you have known for so long presenting themselves on the screen in an almost pinup like manner. But compared to the brown fur that was had just finished covering Leo's body that was nothing. “He’s also a werewolf?” Miles asked aloud, covering his mouth before remembering he was muted. Several questions rushed into his mind. Did Coach know? Is that why he ran off? How couldn’t he smell it on Leo? Coach’s musk is strong, so he should?

 His mind stopped however as Leo walked closer and bent over, reading something on his screen. Two sharp fangs protruding from his upper maw that seemed to grow even more intimidating, the rest of his predatory teeth inside no slouch either as he inspected his gums with a finger. Two long ears, familiar but not quite the same as Miles’, that were thinner and rounded at the top. A nose that pointed up from the tip of Leo’s snout. He seemed taller as well, his muscles growing bigger to support his new height, but still underdeveloped as his human form. And were those wings on his arms?

Then his camera fell, pointing at his desk. It usually did that, it was an older, not so sturdy, model and there was not anything interesting to see, most of the time. Leo’s briefs were stretched obscenely, barely able to keep the dick inside. Miles’ face flushed and he gently grasped his half-hard cock once more. Leo made the act of strutting around practically nude and transformed seem so erotic yet totally mundane, but that mundanity of it only made Miles more excited. In his mind, Leo strutted around in nothing. Letting his junk hang free as he walked around his dorm, letting his surely supple ass be free for anyone to watch, for anyone to grab.

Miles watched Leo’s bulge intently, his clawed hands gently massaging his silver sack, when Leo huffed and talked in his own tongue. Then, like the night slowly creeping over campus, Leo pulled down his briefs. Miles’ heart skipped a beat. He already had an idea of what the beast of an exchange student was hiding behind the tautly stretched fabric, but the thick cock and massive sack that was exposed looked even more appetizing than what his dirty mind could imagine.

Leo’s sack reminded Miles of two ripe mandarins due to the plumpness of his sack and the orange tinge to his fur. “Bet I can fit that in my mouth.” Miles said, pulling his cock out of his jock with one hand and pinching his nipple with the other. “It should be real sweet. Almost as sweet if they smacked against mine.” He trailed off, grunting and fondling his own balls.

Miles closed his eyes, holding back his breath as a hand trailed down his taint. The back of his mind begging him to get his toy out the closet, but his body refused. It did not want to delay its long-desired touch. The wolf forced his eyes open, his fantasy proving lacking to the cam show that was on the monitor. Leo seemed to have kicked off his briefs and sat down, his legs spread to accommodate his full sack and dick resting over it.

The dick. Miles’ mind was too busy imagining suckling Leo’s balls to appreciate the fine sausage that came with the mandarins. At the crotch, the fur seemed fluffier, a bit ruffled, and probably smelled of sex and musk. The wolf licked his fangs as his eyes traced the length of the heavy cock the bat was sporting, he could probably wrap a hand around it, but only barely. It slowly bobbed up and down in time with Leo’s heart. Leo’s hand hovered over it, conflicted whether it should start stroking or not. A nearly inaudible swear did the mic pick up before Leo roughly grabbed the center of his cock, pricking it with his sharp black claws.

Miles could not help but chuckle as Leo’s hand flew off his member, yelping at the sudden needles nearly piercing his sensitive dick. “Need… cut…” Miles picked up through his headphones. Leo’s voice had the same somber, deliberate sway as his human form had. Yet something about it felt entrancing. A simple serenade with the power of an opera.

As quickly as his hand had flown off, it came back. Leo’s grasp now gentler, he slowly pulled back his foreskin. In one stroke his cockhead was laid open for Miles to witness. A succulent head ripe for teasing with his tongue, a pearl of pre already forming at his tip. Miles salivated at the sight, his mind foggy from lust and pent up desires as he followed the motions of Leo’s hand, slowly stroking his erection back to the base.

Leo rubbed his fur on his chest, groaning as he brushed past a nipple and breathed in sharply as he pinched it. The jolt shot through his dick, making it jump to life at half-mast. The wolf cupped his balls, squeezing them lightly as kneaded his dickhead into his palm, eagerly awaiting the real show to start. Sloppily Leo started to stroke his half hard cock, his foreskin covering the head before being pulled back to show those pre shined glans, and Miles followed suit, moving his arm in tandem with Leo’s.

They both pumped their cocks with fierce, slow strokes. Teasing their bodies and minds, telling them that if they let go the pleasure would be faster and stronger than it is now. A growl rumbled out of Miles chest as he felt his cock slicken with potent werewolf pre. When Leo took a breather, his groans and huffs still music to the wolf’s ears, Miles brought a furred digit down to his glans, got some pre on his finger, and hungrily sucked on it. Those early nights of being a werewolf really made him acquainted with his taste, sucking himself off instead of masturbating. He had grown to love the masculine taste, but he bet that Leo’s flavor was blissfully different. A tinge of salt mixed with the earthy taste of musk and cleanliness. A fire burned in Miles throat; He knew the only thing to quench it would be Leo’s virile seed.

The orange beast picked up the pace, his breather long since over, and Miles forced himself out of his stupor and into stroking his dick. Leo went harder this time, faster. The friction practically gone now that his cock shined with pre. He brought a hand to his chest and pinched his nipple once more, flinching and moaning in pleasure. Miles could not stop wagging his tail, the silver and dark grey appendage hitting the sides of his chair violently, as he grinded his palm against his dickhead.  The rising tide of the werewolf’s orgasm following the big bat’s own as the sounds of the werebeast’s in rut filled his dorm room.  Heavy balls bouncing in their sack with meaty thuds that promised huge waves of cum were trapped within, thick cocks slippery with pre being stroked at a fevers pitch, panting, pleasure soaked breath’s escaping each of their muzzles as they got closer to the peak.

Eventually he felt it, the pressure building in his core and at his crotch. Miles slowed down. Calmly, yet eagerly, stroking his dick. To his luck it seemed that Leo was not faring better. He held in his breath and squeezed the base of his dick hard, the white pearl at his tip telling how close he was. After five full seconds of waiting, desperately trying to hold the deluge back, he gave up. Letting the pressure off and started to furiously stroke his member. Licking his lips, Miles leaned back and gave it his all. Going from base to tip in the matter of a half second, letting his end near him without hindrance.

Finally, with a mild screech and a muted howl, the two of them came. Miles choosing to spray his silver front with his seed, rope after rope painting his chest with white stripes. His shoots slowly weakening before turning to a steady waterfall of seed down his shaft and onto his sack. Leo, in his frenzied state stood up, grabbed his shirt off the desk and came onto it. His balls churning out more and more cum for the fabric to absorb, until the shirt could take no more, the now heavy and dark fabric dripping with Leo’s excess spunk as his balls continued to pump out their prodigious load.

The afterglow hit them like a silver bullet. Miles sat in his chair panting, lazily smearing his seed into his silver fur and pinching his nipple as his cum continued to trickle out of his shaft. Leo took support on his desk, his legs shaking from the continued orgasm as his sack pulled up and shot out yet another rope that hit his messy shirt while his tongue drooped hotly from his maw.

Cleared from his manic lust, Miles watched Leo’s cock throb, the last drop of cum finally coming out of it. It might have just been his lewd state filling his mind with more ideas, but it looked like Leo was bigger than what Miles was. But he could not dwell on it for too long, as Leo recovered quickly and sighed. “Laundry tomorrow. Great…” He said, grabbing the shirt and moving off camera, leaving Miles with the sight of his fur covered ass and the low hanging balls beneath it.

Not wanting to be caught, Miles turned off the chat program quickly. He was not sure if Leo knew or not, but if he did not then the wolf would stay on the safe side. A smile spread across his maw as he stuffed his dick into his jock again. That was the best god damn cam-show he has ever seen. With a dumb grin he stood up from his chair and shuffled to his bedroom.

The werewolf jumped into bed, a wave of tiredness hitting him as he rubbed the fur on his chest. After some minutes, Miles had calmed down and was able to think with a cleared mind. “Alright. Clearly there are more of us than I expected. Should have already realized that, Coach couldn’t have been the only one.” He murmured to himself, explaining what he just saw to himself, answering any question he might have had. But there was one question he could not answer. “What is Leo?” He pondered, closing his eyes and letting the night take him.

The next day Miles walked down the clean, empty dorm corridor. His step cautious, yet with an excited jump as he turned the corner in his long shorts and tank top. He awoke at the crack of dawn, light pouring into his bedroom and his already open eyes. Despite his plan to be careful about it, sneakily asking questions when he met Leo in the library, Miles could not wait until then. Besides, his sneaky is as blunt as a baseball bat. His best hope to get anything out of Leo would be to catch him as he is transformed.

The werewolves phone buzzed as he stopped outside his studies partner’s dorm. “Must have forgotten to turn the alarm off.” Miles mumbled, hastily fishing his phone out his pocket and turning the alarm off. With that distraction sorted, how would the curious werewolf get in?

The janitor might be able to help, Miles would just have to say that he forgot something there last night and does not want to disturb Leo. But then he would have to find him. Going in the window was out of the question, even if barely anyone is alive at this time people could still see him scale the building up to the third floor. He growled and pressed his thumb against his temple. He did not think this through fully. Miles could have stood there for ages, where it not for the subtle clicking of the door’s lock. Curious, he pressed down the handle and pushed the door open.

Carefully he poked his head through the gap. This was the first time Miles had been in Leo’s dorm, and he could not help but to get curious about it as he wandered into the darkness. He blinked once, twice, and his eyes adjusted to the dim entrance. Or did they transform? Miles was not sure, yet he walked further inside.  As he entered the living room, sparsely decorated with books, games, and clothes thrown across the floor, he heard the door click again.

Turning around quickly, Miles caught a glimpse of Leo before he got pushed face first into the floor. He struggled against the weight on his back and wrist, unable to break free. He is fast, guess that is how he managed to beat those football jocks. “Why did you go into my apartment?” Leo drowsily asked, seemingly just gotten up from bed. “Well, the door was open.” Miles quickly answered, immediately regretting his answer as soon as it left his mouth. He could hear Leo sight above him, both out of tiredness and disappointment. “Knew I shouldn’t have trusted you that much. We’ll get new partners today. Go away.” He said, letting Miles wrist go and walking back into the apartment.

“Wait!” Miles yelled as he turned to face Leo, recoiling from the sudden loud voice. Luckily, Leo listened, facing Miles as he sat on the apartment floor. Miles struggled to think of anything to say, he was not a good liar, that he knew, and he had already screwed this up. Stress and worry built up in him. This was it, do or die. He took a deep breath as he felt the silver and dark gray fur spread across his body. His shorts, tail sadly trapped in them, tightly hugging his thighs and tank top stretched across his chest. “I got turned just last month.” Miles said, his transformation fully finished as he flicked his canine ears. “I’m new at this, and don’t know anything. Coach means well, and has gotten me used to the body, but he doesn’t know much himself. When I saw you transform into a werewolf on the webcam last night I got, um, happy to say the least.”

Leo stopped Miles’ rambling by crouching down and placing a hand on his shoulder, sighing as his brain worked far harder than he wanted this early in the morning. “First of all, I’m not a werewolf. Secondly… How much did you see?” His cheeks turning slightly pinkish as he asked the question. The wolf opened his jaws to answer honestly, before biting his tongue as he realized the insinuation. “I saw up until those fangs of yours, they’re even sharper than mine.” Miles said, his goofy smile forcing a small one to form on Leo.

“I’ll answer any question you have, just let me sleep some more first.” Leo said, standing up and dragging Miles along with him. In this state Miles towered over Leo. Miles was taller than him, but usually only by half a head. Now the near naked man only reached up to the wolf’s pecs. With a nod, Leo turned around and walked to his bedroom with Miles turning around himself, hoping he can transform back before anyone sees him outside. “I’ll be up in an hour or so. Feel free to stay here in the meanwhile.” Leo said before gently closing the door.

Not according to plan but it would be rude to deny Leo’s invitation, and Miles could not help as his curiosity peaked once more. Even with the lights turned on it was not any easier to see inside the room. Clothes hung everywhere, opened and closed books placed all around on the table, sofa, and the floor, and cables flowed freely from the TV, connecting to game consoles and a whole slew of other devices.

Overwhelmed, Miles daintily stepped over the books and clothes on the floor, nearly kicking some over before he landed on the sofa. Yet another book poked his side, Leo put it between the edge and the pillow for some reason. The image on the front depicted a dark forest with several shapes hidden in the shadows, one reminding him of coach and his pitch-black fur. Miles tried to see what type of book it was but gave up as the title’s first word made his head spin. Relaxing into the couch worry and stress washed off him like a wave, yet a knot remained in his stomach. It made him smile. He was most likely way in over his head, this whole werewolf thing already put quite a few wrenches in the machinery and the fact that Leo was not one broke it. But that seemed so far away. Even if Miles may not find the answers he is looking for, he will at least have a friend that he can talk to. Maybe something more if the beast inside him had any say.