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When the Roomate's Away Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Tarus1111

The slap-slap-slap of feet pounding quickly up the stairs echoed as Mateo pressed on, passing the second floor landing, looping around, closing the gap before he emerged on the third floor. His calves and thighs burned a bit from pressing at such speed, but there was a pride in making the ascent. He'd been randomly assigned to the third floor his freshman year of college, and while he had investigated alternatives in campus it seemed like all the big, spacious rooms had absolutely no views and he had grown very accustomed to having a fantastic view. There was something magical about waking up with the sun, looking out across a portion of campus and seeing all the shades and colors of light...

Mateo smiled at the thought of it as he moved down the hall half way, slipped his key into the lock and stepped into his room. He caught his reflection in the mirror, seeing his cinnamon toned skin and black hair. Mateo was twenty years old, five foot eleven, skinny as a rake and with black jeans so tight he practically had to peel them off. He had on a silver t-shirt and a black vest, though rain drops had landed on the fabric and beaded.

The sophomore set his bag down at the foot of his bed and moved over, opening the curtains. The sky was dominated by a satin sheet of dark silver clouds, a steady stream of rain coming down. The sidewalks and footpaths were glistening like rivers, while fat drops dribbled from gutters and downspouts. Friday classes had come to a close and most students had either left campus or had hunkered down to enjoy their weekends. Even Mateo's roommate, a humanities major, had gone off on some sort of camping retreat for the weekend.

Mateo stood at the foot of his bed, looking around the narrow dorm room he shared with his roommate. The right side of the room belong to Jace. Piles of clothes, magazines, hand outs and notebooks slid out from under his bed like an oozing pile. His counters were cluttered, covered with precarious piles of books, statues, and plates stolen from the commons. The chaos stretched all the way out to the center point of the room, where it simply stopped as if held in place by a mysterious force field.

The left side of the room belong to Mateo. His no-nonsense, studious personality extended to his room as well. His bed was neatly made, the counters bare save for a comb, and his things were organized and pristine. It was practically showroom clean. It would have been easy to hold a grudge against how messy Jace lived, but if anything, Mateo envied it. Jace was so chill, so calm, so content. Mateo was always buzzing around, trying to get everything done, trying to be the best... He wondered how Jace did it. He also wondered why his room always smelled like sweat.

Mateo moved over, examining Jace's bed. It was messy and unkempt, but there was no real source there. He sniffed at the plates, but they had been picked clean even if they were left about. Mateo turned and moved over to the closet, sliding open the door. The musky smell washed out over him and Mateo had to blink a bit before he dared look back in. His roommate's hamper was nearly empty, but draped over the side was his workout tank top. It was gray, though it looked a bit darker in spots, perhaps where it had retained the sweat of a rigorous workout.

With a mix of curiosity and hesitation, Mateo lifted it up and looked at it. It was a fairly simple tank top; sleeveless, stretchy soft material. Cotton, not athletic fabric... Mateo sighed gently. It seemed so big compared to him, but so was Jace. Jace was HUGE. Football player material, except he was more likely to be a caveman than a line backer. Mateo wished he could be as manly as his roommate, maybe then he'd be able to attract the right kind of guy... But maybe size wasn't the issue, maybe it was just dressing like a twink?

Glancing over at his open window to make sure no one was outside, Mateo slipped off his vest and undershirt and tossed it over onto his bed. He slipped out of his shoes and kicked them to the corner. Mateo could feel his cheeks burning with embarrassment, but he slipped the tank top up over his head and let it descend. The straps hit his shoulders, the fabric came down over his chest and back and dipped down over his groin.

Even though Jace had been gone for almost a day, Mateo could have sworn it still felt warm... and it certainly felt moist. The chest, the pits, they had soaked up a fair amount of sweat. Touching Mateo, though, the moisture was heating back up again. The musky, manly, sweaty scent washed over him. He was basting in it. Mateo closed his eyes, imagining that it had been him to sweat that much... Running laps around the track in the rain, or pushing weights at the gym, hanging out with all those big jocks and meat heads.

Mateo reached up and pinched his nipple through the fabric of the shirt, moaning softly. His pants tented as his cock hardened, but he wasn't going to stop. He tugged on and assaulted his nipple through the fabric, thrusting his hips forward and back, then he tortured his other nipple. He moaned, throwing his head back as he panted, reaching down to feverishly pop the button of his pants, rip down the zipper and tugged them until they fell to the floor.

The twenty year old stepped out of his pants, standing in the stolen tank top, his underwear and his socks. His underwear stretched out in front of him, coating his erection. Blood was coursing into his member as he strutted his stuff, marinating in the sweat of his much larger, manlier roommate. Mateo panted hard. That musk was getting to him. It filled his nose, his mouth, his sinuses. It was salty, sweaty, manly in so many ways. It coated him, soaking into his rich caramel skin. Mateo looked down at his chest and moaned louder, seeing a few wisps of black hair he didn't remember having. The way it stuck up around the collar, hinting at more, even that was sexy.

With louder grunts, Mateo tugged his underwear down and took his cock in his hand. With a feverish grip, he slipped his hand back and forth, faster and harder, giving it a good wank. His shaft only responded by getting harder, stiffer and longer. Mateo took a few steps forward, standing in front of the pitiful mirror that had been mounted next to their closets. Seeing himself in Jace's tank was a strange, surreal experience. He was better able to visualize what it would be like to be a jock, to come home after a hard work out drenched in sweat, to not care what it was like to smell like that... or maybe even to revel in it.

Mateo flexed his arm, showing off what pitiful muscle mass he had obtained, though as he lifted his arm he looked at his pit. He hadn't remembered having that much hair down there before. Maybe it was just because he always had shirts with sleeves? He lifted his arm and reached over with the other one, running his fingers over the black forest. It was so thick and luxurious. Mateo blushed all over again before returning a hand to his cock. He was so hard it almost felt alien, so big and heavy.

The young man moaned, tipping his head back, feeling his hair tickle the middle of his neck with his head reclined. His eyes were rolling into the back of his head as he wrapped his other hand around his shaft, sliding them both forward and back, forward and back, feeling the pressure and tightness and friction of it all. He moaned, his jaw hanging open a bit, unaware that the amazing tickling at the base of his neck was still his hair even as his head started to throb.

Mateo's well kept black hair had been stretching outward, creeping downward, elongating and flowing. Centimeter by centimeter, it had been extruding from his scalp. It slipped down over the gentle slope of his shoulders, covering his ears, slipping back and down in an obsidian cascade. The teen was thrusting his hips back and forth, grinding his cock through his hands, a drop of drool leaking from the corner of his mouth. He'd never been that horny before, and it made it hard to think at all.

The pleasure was so much that Mateo almost felt dizzy. He made his way over to his bed and sat down on the edge before letting himself fall onto his mattress. His cock rose up from his groin like a tower his hands did their best to climb. The tank top hung on him like a comfortable old friend. The straps were strong, but the fabric across his stomach was gauzy and light... and it smelled like Jace.

Mateo's lips moved as if he was imagining making out with his roommate... Their lips pressed, that facial hair tickling his skin... Jace was like a mountain that needed climbing. Mateo moaned louder, bucking his hips into the air. He writhed and flexed, bucking like a beast. He grunted a bit as an ankle caught the wood frame of his bed. Mateo tried to scoot up higher in the bed, but it already felt like he was at the top even if his feet were sticking out past the end.

The drip-drip-drip sounds of the rain outside were muffled in Mateo's ears by the sounds of his hands furiously masturbating. He was going at it full bore, beads of sweat appearing on his head and his own masculine scent starting to leak into the tank top. Mateo's cheeks burned even more as he imagined Jace wearing the shirt again, this time contaminated by their mutual fluids.

Mateo let out a moan at that, his head tipped back, a pool of long hair collecting around his shoulders. In mere minutes he had developed long locks that would put many to shame. He imagined chasing after Jace, maybe playing basketball. He'd dribble the ball back and forth, fake left, go right, be a blur of long black hair. Mateo panted hard, his chest rising and falling. The air in the room was getting humid, filled with musk, each moment adding and adding until it was a heady soup. The minutes had ticked by on the clock, giving way to an hour.

Still Mateo worked his meat, the shaft having become unruly and hard, veins throbbing. His hands had changed as well to accommodate his new girth. His palms were wider, his fingers thicker, little wisps of black hair growing out of the knuckles and the backs of his hands. The testosterone was surging through him, manifesting in different places. His chest tingled as new hairs emerged, black and soft, circling his nipples and filling the space between, creeping down his defining stomach to form a trail to his bush. As the hair connected the two regions, Mateo's stomach gurgled.

A soft murmur escaped the teen's mouth. He wasn't sure what he had eaten had agreed with him, his stomach felt unsettled. His physiology was quite disturbed, but more by the fact that it was creating new mass with limited resources. His baby fat had been dissolved completely, every ounce of nutrition eked out of his digestive track. His abdominal muscles were firming up, taking on precise shape as his pectorals rounded out, filling the tank top until two diamond hard tips pushed against the fabric.

"FUCK!" Mateo moaned, three small squirts of cum launching out of his shaft with gaining intensity. The first hit the tank top, soaking into the fabric. The second splattered on his chin, feeling thick yet ductile, slick but sticky. The third hit his lip, filling his mouth with an explosion of salty, musky, potent manliness.

A shudder ripped through Mateo's body. He had been caught off guard, not just by the flavor of his own seed, but by his carnal need for more. He used his fingers to scoop it all up and slide it into his mouth, sucking his fingers clean and growling for more. His cock surged in size as he fed from himself, stretching another inch, then a second. With inhuman dexterity, Mateo leaned forward, craning out his tongue, teasing his own urethra. His shaft shuddered and unleashed more volleys of his seed that he drew into his mouth as best he could.

Mateo was drenched with his own sweat, basting in Jace's left over perspiration. His body was hot, his muscles loose, and his shaft hard. The temperature of the room had addled his brain, but the hormones pumping through his system had done even more damage than that. Physical pleasure was replacing parts of his brain that worried about grades, about fitting in to social situations. He just wanted more sex, more fun, more pleasure.

Having drained himself of everything he could give, Mateo fell back onto the bed... but he was far from over. The blood refused to leave his shaft, his body was still horny, and he was ready to let it bask in the pleasure. Mateo played his skin flute like an instrument, moving his fingers up and down with the grace of a practiced musician. He had dry orgasms, more wet orgasms, then sensations he could hardly describe.

As he went at it, his toes curled and uncurled, his feet flexing as they stretched longer and wider, the heel growing. His arms had elongated as well, coming with growing pains but also a tingling as a forest of black hair wrapped around his forearms. The young man spilling out of the bed no longer looked like the nerd that had entered the room hours before. He was tall, fit, muscled and extremely horny.

Mateo had been lost in a sea of his own lust. His brain had stopped functioning for over an hour, but slowly it started to work again. Once more he imagined himself hanging out with Jace. Maybe they'd wrestle on the quad, his roommate pinning him, their groins pressed. They'd laugh, the sun washing over them, and Jace would lean down with that beard of his and they'd kiss.

As Mateo's lips dream kissed again, he swore he could feel the tickle of Jace's beard against his face... but the sensation was something else, something different. The soft fuzz on Mateo's upper lip had started to thicken, the wispy thin hairs becoming thick, darkening from clear to black. The fuzz turned into a soft mustache, then a more formidable one. Tiny hairs had crept down his cheeks as well, forming side burns that were thin at first, but started to dominate more and more of his cheeks.

A spurt of cum shot out of Mateo's cock as the sideburns met the mustache, forming a sort of cowboy look, but then the fuzz sprouted out of his chin as well to complete the look. At first it was just a little longer than stubble, but as it seeped out of his skin, it thickened nicely, becoming a short but distinct beard. It was dark against his skin, just like his ample hair and chest hair. He looked like a wild man, like a beast... like Jace, except with Mateo's heritage still loud and proud.

A few last meager spurts of semen shot out of Mateo's shaft until he felt that his balls had been well and truly milked. Mateo's muscles were very sore. His bones ached, his cock throbbed in a not all too pleasant way. It wasn't a fantastic experience, but Mateo figured it was worth it. He'd had his fun, he had partied, everything was cool. Mateo went limp in the bed, panting hard, craning his head back to look at the clock.

A few blinks of his eyes had failed to solve the mystery. Mateo was sure he was looking at it wrong. He rolled half way over and looked at the clock. It still insisted that it was six in the morning. Mateo's jaw dropped a bit as he looked at the digital display. There was no way that was possible. He'd just laid down for a quick jerk session. He sat up, his cock brushing against the tight gray tank top hugging his muscled body. Mateo looked down, seeing his black hair hanging over his shoulders, a bit of his beard bushed out from his chin, and thick meaty pecs that nearly popped out of his shirt. A swirling darkness crept around Mateo as he fainted, blacking out to the world. None of it had been a dream...

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The chirping of a delivery truck backing up echoed through the courtyard, translating through the thin dorm windows easy enough. Mateo opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, listening to the sound of medium sized rain drops hitting the glass, beading up and running down the building. His body was stiff, warm but not as hot as before. He reached up to scratch his chest but his finger hit fabric. That was strange, he didn't normally go to bed wearing a shirt. He started to sit up, but then it all hit him at once... It hadn't been a dream. He'd grown taller, wider, broader. He'd added pounds and pounds of muscle, he'd grown his hair out and gotten a short beard.

Mateo jumped out of bed onto huge feet and lumbered his way across the room to stand in front of the mirror, though he had to crouch a little. He looked at himself, his jaw dropping. He was like something out of a porno magazine... His pecs were practically spilling out of his tank top, his hair cascaded in a black river over his shoulders. Mateo's cock was hard at once, jutting out from beneath the base of the tank top he had stolen...

The young man reached up and ran his fingers through his beard, and almost at once his face started to throb, tingling with sensation. His mustache grew out a little longer, dropping completely over his upper lip. As he stroked his cheek, the hair there pushed out, extruding centimeter after centimeter. He brought both hands up and started to massage and coax the hair from his chin.

A drop of drool leaked from the corner of his mouth as he tugged and pulled and stroked the coarse, bushy black hairs emerging from his chin. He tugged, feeling them stretch out an inch, then two, then three. He nearly stumbled back but he used every ounce of strength he had to remain standing, his cock slapping against the edge of the counter top as he moaned, straining and struggling. Getting his beard to grow felt better than sex.

He ran his fingers down through the hairs, felt the outer edge, how thick it was and grunted, starting to hump in mid air. His cock slid back and forth along the cold counter top, radiating heat and stretching longer than before, pushing past ten inches, then eleven, throbbing with his heart beat. Mateo let out a dull growl as he coaxed his beard down six inches from his chin, then seven. He looked like a Mexican caveman.

Mateo was so fixated in his pleasure seeking, in molding himself like clay, he didn't hear the heavy footsteps in the hall, nor the key slide into the lock, tickling the tumblers. The door knob turned and opened gently. Jace had been expecting his roommate to be asleep, after all who wouldn't be asleep in their bed on a rainy morning like that? He froze in place upon seeing a lumbering bearded giant fucking a night stand... and then he saw the stranger was wearing his tanktop. Jace's jaw dropped.

"Ma...Mateo?" he asked softly. Mateo looked back at his roommate, his cock swinging around to point right at him. It was strange how much perspective could change. Jace was a big man, standing at six foot five with shaggy, wavy brown hair tied back into a fluffy ponytail. He had a long bushy brown beard, though it was now dwarfed by Mateo's. His shoulders were incredibly wide, his pants rather tight, and at the moment he was somewhat rain soaked. Gathering his senses, Jace quickly shut the door and locked it before anyone else could see into their room, "Mateo, are you alright?"

"I'm more than alright." Mateo said, moving over with a grin, "Dude, you've been holding out on me. All this time I envied you, I had no idea. What is it? Some kind of drug?" Mateo asked, reaching out to run his hand down Jace's chest. Jace shook his head.

"No, it's nothing like that, though I never thought it could be... shared like this. Was it just the tanktop dude?" Jace asked. Mateo gave a sharp grin and grabbed Jace's head with one hand, pulling him in. Their lips crashed together and Jace had a tongue invade his mouth. Mateo wriggled it around, though he paused a bit as the tongue clashed against unusually sharp and large canine teeth.

"Fuck, that's kinky." Mateo whispered before he resumed kissing, their beards meshing together. Jace moaned, feeling a huge cock against him. His heart started to race, his skin getting hot to the touch. He shuddered before he pushed against Mateo.

"Wait, before this goes any further, I... I have to tell you-" Jace gasped as he was shoved back, falling onto his bed. Mateo jumped up onto him and tore open his pants, but what emerged was not any ordinary cock. The swelling, hardening meat was over twelve inches long, furiously red, and distinctly pointed. Mateo hesitated at that, looking back up at his behemoth roommate.

"Is that what you wanted to tell me? Is that a side effect?" Mateo asked. Jace groaned.

"It isn't a fucking drug, dude! I'm... I'm a werewolf. That's why I go on those stupid camping trips even in shitty weather." Jace whispered. Mateo sat on his legs, looking at him for a long moment.

"You're a werewolf? Like, out of stories?" Mateo asked.

"Yeah, I've been one since I was fourteen... I always thought getting it so young was why I got so big, but you seemed to catch up real easy." Jace said, his shaft shifting more canine as it grew thicker. Jace's ears started to stretch into points, his eyes turning yellow. He closed his eyes, trying to hold the wolf back. He gasped as Mateo leaned down, sliding forward slowly so their cocks pressed together and their beards dragged across one another. Mateo started to slowly grind their cocks against one another, coaxing them both to be as hard and stiff as possible. Jace moaned at that.

"I did envy you Jace. You were so chill, so handsome... I was so fucking gay I couldn't stand it. But now? I get it, I see how you can be so chill. When you feel this good, everything else isn't so bad anymore." Mateo whispered.

"It isn't all... easy... Being a wolf sucks, having to hide away, having to be careful who you're with." Jace whispered, gasping as Mateo pinched his nipple and twisted it a little.

"Then don't do it alone... We're roommates. Let's share everything." Mateo said, lifting off of Jace's lap, reaching down to tug his pants down and then hike up his hips. Jace grunted in surprise as he felt the head of his roommate's cinnamon colored cock pushing at his ring.

"I've never bottomed before." Jace muttered. Mateo grinned, his teeth bright framed by his dark beard.

"Well, I've never been a werewolf before." Mateo said before he thrust in deep. Jace moaned out, grabbing onto the sides of the bed. Mateo grinned and pulled back before he thrust again and again, picking up speed, making the bed lurch gently, slamming into the countertop at the head of the bed over and over again. Jace grunted hard, panting, moaning as he lost control. He thrashed in the bed, throwing his head back as his face popped and snapped, his jaw pushing forward, his upper lip extending to match it. His nose stretched, his ears grew, and then they started sliding up his head, the hair and skin having to shift and move as they grew furry, coming up the top of his head in points.

Mateo took great pride in fucking Jace into his wolf form, watching as brown hair started growing down his throat, merging into the chest hair. His shoulders were already hairy but soon the skin started disappearing. Something fuzzy was tickling Mateo's balls, and as he looked down he saw the brown tail slinking down the bed, growing in inch after inch. The bed was groaning under the strain of the thrusts back and forth but also from the increase in weight. Both men were easily over two hundred pounds of muscle, but Jace... Jace was getting bigger.

His jeans got tight as Jace's thighs thickened. His shoes oozed off his feet, revealing socks strained to the point of being threadbare. Black claws popped through the socks and they tore, revealing distended, warped, inhuman feet with shrinking heels and forming dewclaws. Paw pads formed on his toes before brown fur wrapped around the feet. Jace panted hard, his nostrils turning upright as the top of his nose became black and moist.

The fur spreading over his body wrapped around his eyes, covered his forehead, slipped down his spine and wrapped his arms. Soon he was big, fuzzy, soft, and very canine. His tail was starting to slap against the mattress and his canine muzzle hung open as he looked up at Mateo with a dopey expression. Jace was eight feet tall, almost four hundred pounds of muscle and fur, but he still looked like a content dog with a bone. Even Jace's knot plumped out, growing hard and thick as he panted, his tongue hanging out the side of his muzzle.

Jace's human mind had been subsumed for the moment. He was a horny wolf getting fucked... It was a strange experience. He had always been the top, but looking up at Mateo, remembering how smart he had been, how on top of things, it made sense... He was the alpha now. Jace closed his amber eyes and panted happily. Mateo gasped suddenly as the muscles around his cock clamped and pulled him in deep. He tried to pull back, but he couldn't. His cock was locked into that ass tight, and then it was pulled in tighter.

Mateo threw his head back and howled as he came, his cock being milked. The muscles worked it base to tip, base to tip in undulating fashion, stretching him longer than he had ever been. His cum sprayed out in hot ropes deep into Jace's ass, but his body wanted more. It wanted a wolf cock inside of it. Jace grabbed Mateo's head and brought him down around his wolf cock just as its thick, yellow load erupted.

The surprise was shocking, especially as his mouth filled with musky, woody thick wolf spooge, but he instinctively swallowed it... and all at once his body felt warm, soft, tingly, like his whole body had gone to sleep for a moment and then woken up. Mateo's back ached a bit at bending down in such a sharp angle, but he couldn't get enough. He slid that wolf cock down his esophagus, his throat stretching around it. He fed off of it like the nectar of the gods, and Jace started to get his wish.

Jace howled out loud, the windows rattling from the force of it as he felt his roommate's cock stretching deeper inside of him, the mushroom shaped head taking on a point, the base bulging and curving like a demonic pepper... and then the base plumping up, bloating out like tennis balls, locking him in place. Jace came harder and harder, and Mateo couldn't get enough of it. He swallowed greedily, not coming up for air. His lips slipped down around the cock inch after inch, his jaw aching as his teeth got bigger to fill up the expanding space.

As Mateo's nose grew longer and wider, broadening out to match his forming muzzle, he could smell so much more. Not just the sweat, but the cum, the tears, the overall scent of his roommate, of his bitch, of his mate, his partner, his beta, his boyfriend, his future husband. Mateo growled happily around the cock, sending vibrations down Jace's length. Mateo loved all those thoughts and the furry black nub above his hairy ass cheeks started to waggle.

Realizing he had a tail, Mateo murmured in surprise. At being noticed, the tail surged outward in length, adding in bone after bone, ligament after ligament until it was a full fledged wolf tail. Mateo shifted a little uncomfortably as his hearing went away, deafness surrounding him, but after a few moments and an odd sensation of something crawling up his scalp, it came back. His black furry ears twitched on the top of his head.

As he guzzled down the wolf seed, Mateo's black beard became more of a bushy mane, running from the chin of his muzzle all the way down his throat, giving him a ring of fur to protect his important organs. As his biceps grew and his spine stretched, the battered tank top had put up with all the abuse it could handle. The fabric popped in the seam - once, twice, three times, and then the sound of tearing came down the back. It exploded into strings of fabric, falling from the growing torso.

Mateo's fingers throbbed and ached as the fingernails sunk into the flesh and pushed out from the tip as claws, his fingertips getting puffy and swelling into pads as black fur wrapped around his arms, sprouting out of his palms and the back of his hands. His biceps and triceps expanded beneath the furry coating, making him even bigger. Mateo's puny human form was long forgotten, replaced with his huge muscled mass. Bent as he was, it was impossible to tell just how tall he was, but his shoulders were wider than Jace's and it was every bit likely he was a few inches past eight feet tall. The bed was starting to warp, sagging down in the middle from their combined mass.

The last vestiges of humanity left Mateo, and regretfully, he had to come up for air. He broke the lock and gasped, filling his huge wolf lungs with air, his belly already full of seed. Jace's wolf cock continued to fountain, dousing Mateo's chest with the yellowed pearlescent load. Mateo didn't care. He was happy to smell like sex, like his boyfriend... though, having cum, he felt his humanity returning to him faster than he expected. He shuddered, his muzzle shrinking back with pops and snaps. His tail shrank back, his fur retreated and his muscles shrunk just a little, though he was still double his original body weight... and his beard hung down to his nipples. Mateo looked down at himself in shock, then at Jace. Jace smiled and reached a paw up to caress Mateo's beard.

"The wolf is an animal of instinct. It comes out at the full moon, and when our emotions get the best of us. I guess your wolf got what it was looking for. As we practice, we'll be able to get a better control over how much or little you let the wolf out." Jace said. Mateo sighed and nodded, running a finger across his stomach to collect Jace's seed before licking it clean.

"I guess, but-" Mateo was interrupted as there was a soft yet insistent knock at the door. His eyes went wide. Jace grunted, closing his eyes, concentrating as he forced his body back to its human state. Mateo tugged and tugged, trying to get free of Jace's ass. His knot did not want to let go, and Mateo realized his cock had remained fully wolf. He closed his eyes and concentrated, trying to imagine it as a human cock. When that didn't work he thought of his classes, how boring they were, dry numbers, dry books. Finally the knot released enough for him to pop free.

"Just a minute!" Jace called out, pulling a blanket over himself, panting hard. Mateo went to Jace's closet, knowing nothing in his own would fit him. He grabbed a loose pair of plaid lounge pants and pulled them on, thankful they were baggy, and grabbed a turquoise v-neck t-shirt. He struggled to get it to fit, it showed off his nipples to the whole world as well as a forest of black hair sticking up out of the collar. Composing himself as much as he could, he went over to the door and opened it slowly, peering outside.

Standing in the hall was their next door neighbor, Bodhi. He was nineteen, a chronic skater with messy dishwater blond hair and thick bushy mutton chops, a red backwards baseball cap on his messy hair. He looked at Mateo's chest and then slowly inclined his head.

"Fuck! Matty, is that you?! SHIT!" Bodhi howled. Mateo grabbed him and pulled him into the room, shutting the door.

"Dude, chill out, we don't want to wake up the whole hall." Mateo muttered. Bodhi chuckled, shaking his head.

"Matty, it's a bit let for that. I could hear you guys fucking each other's brains out all morning." Bodhi said, "Not gonna lie, great soundtrack to get a wank off to."

"Y... You heard?" Mateo asked. Jace closed his eyes and shook his head. That was why he went away when he wolfed out.

"Well, muffled of course, but dude. You guys never told me you were going at it. And Matty, when did you get so swole?" Bodhi asked, reaching up to stroke one of Mateo's arms.

"We just... started going at it. It's all new." Mateo said. Bodhi grinned wide.

"Really? That was the first? Got some pent up dudes over here... Well, the reason I stopped by and so rudely interrupted was... I wanted to know if there's room in this man sandwich for me?" He asked with a grin. Mateo was utterly shocked. Days ago he'd been aching to have a boyfriend, anyone. He'd landed his crush, and now another potential suitor had literally come knocking on his door. Mateo looked over at Jace and Jace shrugged. Mateo turned back and grinned, the light glinting off his larger than normal canine teeth.

"Well, I think you could help with that... You know Bodhi, I always liked you. Think you're ready to play with the big boys?" Mateo asked.

"Hells yes! I'm ready to climb you man mountains!" Bodhi grinned. Mateo licked his lips a bit. He knew the rest of the semester was going to be unforgettable.