Chapter 3 Warren #4
Warren looked toward the back of the store where the changing rooms – really just stalls with curtains – stood empty and inviting.
He wasn’t seriously going to have sex with Max in the changing room of a Goodwill store, was he?
Max pushed his nose behind Warren’s ear, sniffing him, and then licked over the shell of his ear. His tongue was warm and wet, followed by the scrape of teeth, and Warren gasped.
“Okay,” he said, the word coming out of his mouth before he could second-guess himself.
Max made a noise like he’d been punched in the gut. He lifted Warren off his feet, holding him up against his front, and kissed his neck as he carried him over to the dressing room stalls.
Warren twisted his head to look over at the register, but the employee was still in the back room and out of sight.
Max licked his way up his jaw, over the fading bruise of Hill’s hickey, and made a growling noise deep in his chest that had Warren’s balls pulling tight.
“You taste good,” Max said, his voice low and rough. “Are you ready to give me your cock?”
Who talked like that?
“Yes,” Warren said, gasping when Max grabbed him between his legs and squeezed. “Fuck, that feels-”
Before Warren could finish his sentence, Max flipped him upside down and buried his face in his crotch.
Warren bit back a squeal of surprise, blood rushing to his head, his legs kicking wildly until they finally settled over Max’s shoulders.
He grabbed the hem of Max’s pants, clutching his belt, and held on as Max carried him into one of the stalls.
He should have expected this. Max had way too much energy for just a normal, changing-room blowjob.
Pushing his nose into Warren’s bulge like he was trying to inhale it, Max licked and bit at the denim of his jeans with noisy little grunts of satisfaction.
Closing the curtain, Max tried to yank Warren’s pants down to his thighs, but with Warren’s legs dangling over his shoulders, he was having trouble.
“Fucking come off,” Max growled, dropping Warren down about half a foot so that he could finally tug his pants off. Warren bit back a scream, his stomach swooping, the drop down to Max’s crotch catching him completely off guard.
“What are you-”
Warren’s cock sprang free, coming to rest between his stomach and Max’s pecs, but Warren almost didn’t notice, he was so distracted by what was right in front of his face.
Max’s bulge.
Warren looked at it, salivating at the sight of the thick cock snaking its way down Max’s muscular thigh, huge and throbbing and just an inch away from his face.
It was the prettiest thing he’d ever seen.
Abs clenching and chest fluttering, Warren leaned in and rubbed his face against the bulge, grinding his cheek into the cock-shaped outline in the stiff polyester.
The musky scent made him swoon.
“Fuck,” Max grunted, his whole body jerking in surprise. He grabbed the back of Warren’s head and pushed him into his crotch, keeping him there for a few seconds, humping his face with jerky little thrusts of his hips before lifting him back up putting his face between Warren’s thighs.
Warren had all of three seconds to mourn the loss of the feel of Max’s cock before the werewolf took him into his mouth.
Tight, wet heat enveloped his cock, and Warren blue-screened.
Max had swallowed all six and a half of his inches, his lips closing around the base of Warren’s shaft, and right from the start, he was sucking Warren off like an industrial milking machine.
Warren didn’t stand a chance. His balls pulled tight, his gut clenching, and with a whimper at the intense and brutally efficient stimulation, he came.
Humiliation at his premature ejaculation warred with sheer bliss, but Max didn’t seem to mind. He kept on sucking him off, keeping Warren’s entire cock in his mouth, drinking down his load with greedy, happy slurps.
He was insatiable.
When Warren’s balls were thoroughly drained, his shaft twitching to get away from the stimulation, Max pulled back until just the head of his cock was in his mouth and focused all his attention on Warren’s overstimulated glans.
“Max!” Warren cried, clamping his mouth shut when he remembered where they were. He lowered his volume to a clenched whisper. “It’s too much!”
Max released Warren’s cock with a slurp, letting it flop back down against the top of his pecs, and leaned down to lick a stripe over Warren’s taint and over his hole.
Warren jerked, the wet probe against his hole making him shudder. Max made a happy noise in the back of his throat.
“You like that, huh?” he asked, sounding unbearably smug and cocky.
Warren needed to bring him down a peg. Staring down at the bulge just a few inches below his upside-down face, he reached down and undid Max’s belt, and before the cocky werewolf could do more than jump in surprise, he fished out his massive cock.
Veiny and thick, with a wide, bulbous head, the impressive member was as pretty as it was intimidating. It bobbed up and down, its heavy weight pulling it toward the floor despite it being rock hard, a wet string of pre-come dangling from its slit.
Warren grabbed the girthy monster and lifted it up, taking the head into his mouth. The taste of salty skin and pre-come filled his mouth, making him drool.
At first, he only managed to suck on the very tip, the flared crown too wide, but with a stretch of his jaw, he managed to take the whole thing.
Of the cockhead, that was.
There was still about nine inches of girthy shaft that Warren didn’t think he would ever be able to handle. His jaw was already in pain just from the head, and it had only been a few seconds.
Warren couldn’t even imagine trying to take Max’s cock in his ass. It was magnificent – and he’d love to spend hours nuzzling, licking and sucking on it – but if Max ever tried to put it inside of him, he was pretty sure he’d be split in half.
Max had paused his probing of Warren’s hole when Warren undid his belt, but when Warren took him into his mouth, he started up again with an animalistic fervor that made Warren shudder.
Grabbing Max’s shaft, using it to hold on, Warren started to suck on Max’s cockhead while jerking him off as best he could while hanging upside down and getting his ass rimmed.
His drool ran down Max’s shaft, coating it and gathering in his neatly trimmed pubes, lubing the way for Warren’s hands to jerk him off.
Much to Warren’s satisfaction, Max didn’t have any more staying power than he did. After just a few seconds of hard sucking and jerking him off, a blast of come shot up into the tissue of his soft palate.
Within seconds, his mouth was filled to overflowing, come gushing past his lips as he breathed through his nose and tried to swallow as much as he could.
“Fuck,” Max growled, putting his hand on the back of Warren’s head and shoving him down onto his cock, forcing him to take another inch, putting his cockhead at the entrance to Warren’s throat and making him choke.
Still coming, Max kept on pushing down on Warren’s head, but there was no way that he was getting into his throat. His shaft was too girthy, and the base of his mushroom-shaped cockhead was simply too wide.
Or so Warren thought.
With a grunt of effort, Max pushed him down another inch, his massive cockhead lodging itself down into the top of his esophagus and forcing it to expand around him. Warren gagged and slapped at Max’s thighs, the feeling of his throat stretching unlike anything he’d ever felt.
Max kept pushing him down.
Unable to breathe, Warren couldn’t do anything but exist as a sleeve for Max’s cock as the demanding werewolf kept on shooting thick ropes of come into his throat. He flailed his arms and legs, choking and sputtering, as Max somehow managed to sink inch after girthy inch past his lips.
“Squeeze my knot,” Max demanded, his fist curling in Warren’s hair and holding him down with a painful grip. He’d stopped trying to push him deeper, but he wasn’t letting him up an inch.
His throat convulsing around Max’s shaft, spots starting to dance in front of his vision, it took Warren a few seconds to understand what he meant. He blinked tears out of his eyes and looked down his nose and saw Max’s thick knot swelling at the base of his shaft.
He grabbed it, a thick coating of drool and come making it slick and slippery, and squeezed.
Max’s thighs started to shake like they’d been turned into jelly, his grip on Warren’s hair going lax as he leaned back against the wall and sank down into a crouch.
Warren wrenched his head up, dislodging Max’s huge tool from his throat, coughing and sputtering up a mess of drool and come as he frantically caught his breath.
Max flipped him over and settled him between the spread of his thighs.
“Are you okay?” Max asked, his cock poking Warren’s back. His tone was playful and he sounded extremely pleased with himself.
Heaving for breath, Warren leaned against a muscular thigh and tried to get his bearings.
That was the most intense thing that had ever happened to him. His throat felt sore and hollowed out, like his insides had been rearranged, and his stomach was so bloated with werewolf spunk that he almost had a stomachache.
“I’m good,” he said after catching his breath. His voice sounded rough to his own ears.
Glancing in the changing room mirror, he almost didn’t recognize himself. He looked wrecked and messy, his face splotchy, and there was so much come and spit on his face and in his hair that he looked like he’d dipped his head in a bucket of watery glue.
He was grinning from ear to ear.
Max, looming over him like some mythical beast, merely looked flushed and cocky. He was grinning too, but it was the cocky grin of a conqueror.
“That was intense,” Max said, stating the obvious. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?”
Warren burst out laughing. He wiped his eyes, the backs of his hands coming away sticky, and patted Max’s thigh.