dougtfs:

I met the naked man on my first day on the farm when I went on a walk down to the stream. He was sitting on a rock, lazily splashing around.

“Oh!” I said, startled. I thought I was the only one around for miles, so I was surprised to see another person – particularly a sexy naked person.

“Oh hey,” he said shyly, not standing up. He was about ten feet away and I could see he was mostly hairless, in his early twenties, and tan. “Are you then new guy? The writer?”

“I guess so,” I said, confused. “I’m renting the farmhouse for a month to work on a novel. Who are you?”

“I’m Kip,” he said. “I’m a pup.”

“You’re a … what does that mean?” I said.

“Can you help me off this rock?” he asked, sitting back on his haunches. I got a good look at his hairless cock and balls, clearly shorn. His dick was uncut and semi-hard.

“What do you need help with?” I said.

“Just come here,” he said, blushing a bit, smiling, and looking away. He was so shy.

I was never one to refuse when a naked guy asked me over, so I took a wary step into the water. I had flip-flops on, so I didn’t mind getting my feet wet. The water was warm, and the current felt soothing against my hairy feet.

“But you’ll get your shoes wet,” the guy said. “You should take them off.”

I was about to tell him that was fine, they were just flip-flops, but I changed my mind. I reached down and pulled them off, tossing them up onto the bank. I could feel the pebbles of the stream under my feet now. They were warm too, and I flexed my toes in the water, taking a step toward him.

“Watch out for the slippery part!” he said, but it was too late. I lost my footing for a moment and fell forward, catching myself on all fours but splashing chest-first into the water.

“Are you okay, boy?” asked the man. It was weird that he called me boy, wasn’t it? Nobody ever did that. Maybe it was okay if that’s what he wanted to call me, though. I looked up at him. I wasn’t hurt, and grinned.

“I’ll be okay,” I said, still crouching on all fours in the water. My clothes were drenched and clung to my body, gently cool in the summer sun. “The water’s so warm,” I said. “Do you live close? Come down to swim here a lot?”

“I have a kennel up the hill,” he said. From off in the distance I could hear dogs barking. Hadn’t noticed it before. “You’re all wet, though,” he said. “You should get out of your wet clothes!”

“I didn’t exactly bring a change,” I told him.

He grinned again. “Me neither,” he said. “You don’t need ‘em. There’s no people around.”

That was tempting. I sat back in the stream, letting the warm water wash around the shorts I was wearing. They felt heavy and gross to wear while drenched.

“Well, there’s at least two people around,” I said. “Me and you.”

He laughed. “I don’t count,” he said. “You won’t either.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, pulling my wet t-shirt up over my head before I realized what I was doing. I didn’t even mean to take it off. It just felt natural.

“I mean I’m a pup,” he said, smiling and splashing a little water at my bare chest. “I like your fur.”

I glanced down at my hairy torso. I was usually a little self-conscious about my body. But not now. Not here. Why was I always so nervous about undressing? It felt so good to be wet and warm in the stream. So relaxing and nice. “Thanks,” I said.

“Are you furry all over?” he asked, pointing to his dick.

Before I could stop, I was unbuttoning my pants and pulling them down to show him my crotch. This was crazy – I didn’t even know this guy – but I didn’t want to stop, I didn’t want to wear wet clothes, I didn’t want to be uptight.

I pushed my shorts and underwear down, throwing them up on the bank with a splat along with my other clothes. Both me and Kip were naked now, sitting there in the stream gazing at each other.

“I guess I’m pretty hairy,” I said.

“Furry,” he said. “You’re pretty furry.”

I smiled, and crawled toward him on all fours. “What’s the difference?” I said.

“Men are hairy,” he told me, leaning forward meet me as I approached. “Pups are furry.” I was at him now, and leaning in I nuzzled his face with mine. I was never this forward with men. What was happening? He nuzzled back, and licked my nose and giggled. “You wanna be a pup?” he asked.

“Does that mean I get to splash around naked with you in the stream?” I asked.

He smiled and blushed again. “If you wanna. We can play all day. You and me and the others.”

“The others?” I asked.

“The other pups,” he said, and looked over his shoulder. At the top of the hill, I saw about a dozen naked men on all fours watching us, their butts wriggling like wagging tails, and before I could say anything else they started to bound down the hillside toward us.

I didn’t get any writing done that month, but it was the best writing retreat I ever had.

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sirjocktrainer:

He hadn’t understood at first what was with all the green
paint or why the Brothers were saying it was special. But when he felt his big
Brother’s green coated finger press into his chest to write Kappa Sig he felt
it. The paint wasn’t just on his skin, it was deeper than that. He felt it marking
him all the way to his core and in that moment he realized what it meant to be
claimed, owned.

sirjocktrainer:

Slipping the jersey off felt amazing. He’d never felt pleasure so intense before and as it ripped it’s way through his body it took all his will power to keep himself from doubling over and coming right then and there. Which is why when Coach give him another order he obeyed as fast as he could. He had nothing else left to fight with. And if obeying felt half as good the second time he’d never want to fight an order again anyways.

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dougtfs:

Tom stepped out into the sun, and instantly the oil he’d sprayed on his hairless chest went to work. His bare pecs darkened with hair, growing quick and thick around his nipples, swirling into the divot between his muscles, and straining up toward his neck and shoulders.

“Amazing,” he gasped. “Give me more.”

I handed him the bottle and he pointed it at his stomach, spraying around his belly button and turning to face the setting sun. As the rays his Tom’s stomach, more hair appeared down his torso, dark and curly.

“You look amazing,” I said.

“Try it,” he said, holding the bottle out toward me.

“I don’t know,” I said.

He pointed it toward his boyish face and sprayed twice. A beard began to sprout around his mouth, thickening and extending up into a mustache. It materialized from sideburn to sideburn, connecting across his jaw in a masculine thicket.

“Come here,” he said, roughly grabbing me by the shirt. I stumbled forward and fell face-first against his chest, feeling the cool smear of the oil on my face. I stood back up, and the chemicals had already gone to work, giving me a patchy stubble on my chin.

“Yes,” Tom said. “Take it. Take more.” He pointed the bottle at me and sprayed me square in the face. I winced, feeling the spray mist around my head. My scalp tingled and my hair grew shaggy and disheveled. A beard sprouted around my cheeks, turning the stubble to fur that reached nearly to my eyes. And even my ears became furry, losing their human appearance and becoming tall, pointed, animalistic.

“Too much!” I exclaimed, feeling the points of my ears. They felt like a dog’s ears, so heavy and tall they were able to flop over.

“Not enough,” he replied, snapping off the cap of the bottle and splashing me with it, dousing my shirt, my shorts, my shoes, my whole body.

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dougtfs:

The job interview was going really well. The two guys interviewing me seemed really impressed with my management experience.
“Good body of work,” said the older one. “But let’s talk about your body.”
“Oh, uh, what about it?” I said.
“This office job requires some lifting,” he said. “How strong are you?”
“I work out,” I said, wondering if I should have worn something more casual than a suit and tie.
“You’ll need to show us,” said the younger one, holding up his hand. There was a flash, and suddenly my mind cleared. I felt confused.
“Where was I?” I said.
“You were about to start your striptease,” said the older one.
Oh yeah. That’s right. I was applying for a job as a stripper. I turned my chair around and straddled it, slowly undoing my belt and slipping out of my pants.
“Nice,” said the younger one. “Maybe we ought to keep him like this.”
I jiggled my ass at them. This interview was going great.

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dougtfs:

Michael and I stunk pretty bad by the time we finished building the fence around his backyard. The sweat was dripping off both of us as we sat back to admire our work.

“You still haven’t told me what this is for,” I said, wiping my brow.

“Animal enclosure,” he said, kicking off his shoes. His feet smelled so ripe I nearly choked.

“Since when do you have any animals?” I asked.

“Soon enough,” he smirked. “You might want to strip down before the changes start.”

“What change – oof!” I felt a sharp prickle just above my butt, and jolted out of my seat. Reaching back, I felt a lump pressing from my lower back.

Michael laughed. “Surprise, dude,” he said. “We’re the animals.”

“What are you talking about?” I demanded. I felt the lump pushing out from my back in my hand. Oh God, it was a tail. I was growing a tail.

Michael just pulled off his shorts, letting his dick hang down between his legs.

“You and me, bud,” he said. “First we build the cage, then we live in it. Ahhh, here it comes.” He arched his back and a furry tail emerged from above his ass. It was long, thick, shaggy.

“No way,” I said, feeling another prickle wash over me. This time it settled in my legs, and I felt them crouch and distort, growing shorter. I fell forward onto my knuckles like an ape.

He smiled and pulled off his shirt, his body growing thick with muscle and hair. He lurched forward off of the table he’d been sitting on, now nude, and landed on all fours. “So hot,” he said. He lifted up and arm and sniffed the thick patch of hair in his armpit. “It the sweat that does it,” he said. “We work up a stink, we change into creatures.”

“We can’t,” I stammered. “No way. Impossible.” But I could feel the hair swirling up my body, growing furrier and animalistic. My ears jutted out from my head and I felt myself grow woozy.

Michael knuckle-walked over to me. “Just wait til you get dumb,” he said. “We’re just gonna fuck and sweat and stink all day.”

“Whaaaaat?” I slurred, feeling stupid. As he got close, his smell overpowered me. But my own body odor was pretty strong too, and he leaned into get a strong whiff.

“Yeah man, you’ll be real good at this,” he grinned.

“Good?” I said. I didn’t understand. But I didn’t have to. He grabbed me and thrust my face into his armpit, and the smell invaded my body. From far away, I heard Michael grunting, and I started grunting back.

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dougtfs:

My friend Pete and I didn’t realize it was a were-bar when we went in. Just thought it looked like a fun dive. I got the Dad Beer, and he ordered the Pig Punch – Pete always liked sweet drinks. We were only going to stay for one drink, since we wanted to explore the new city we’d just moved to. But the Dad Beer made me feel so relaxed and lazy I didn’t want to leave, and Pete’s Pig Punch was a huge drink that was taking him forever to finish so I ordered one more.

I was halfway through my third Dad Beer when Pete finally finished his huge Pig Punch, slammed it down on the bar, and belched.

“Good one, kiddo,” I said. Kiddo? I’d never called him that.

“Where’s the bathroom?” he asked. “I gotta piss so bad. Feel like I got a gallon in here. He patted his belly, which indeed looked a little bloated.

“Use the staff one, through the back,” said the bartender. He was a minotaur, a sexy musclebull with horns.

Pete belched again, and then snorted long and loud. “Thanks dude,” he grunted, heading off to the bathroom.

“Another Dad Beer?” asked the minotaur.

“Think I had enough, man,” I said. I was feeling really laid back – not tired, just so calm and confident.

“Maybe so,” said the minotaur, leaning across the bar and sticking his face right in mine. I felt his hot beastly breath on my face as he exhaled through his muzzle, which was pierced with a heavy nose ring. I’d never admired those before, but this one was so hot I couldn’t resist it. I leaned in and nuzzled his ring, then opened my mouth to kiss him. He kissed back, rolling his fat tongue into my mouth. It was heavy and thick, his breath musky with all the other men he must’ve kissed that night.

Abruptly, he withdrew. “Better go check on your piglet,” he said, pointing to the door where Pete had disappeared.

I was suddenly struck with a paternal concern for my friend. The minotaur was right, it was my duty to keep that kid out of trouble. Or help him get into the right kind of trouble.

I ambled through the door after Pete, and walked into a debauched scene: a man crouched on the ground, naked, sucking the cock of another naked man. The man on the ground had a fat curly pig tail jutting out from above his ass, and when he turned to me I saw with a shock that it was Pete, with his nose halfway turned up into a pig’s snout.

“It’s a were-bar, man,” he said, as he furiously masturbated. “We’re changing!”

And then he couldn’t say any more, because I had unzipped my fly and jammed my rock-hard dick in his mouth.

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