My lion lover
"I want you to come over tonight, I need to tell you something important." The phone clicks in my ear, leaving me to set the receiver back into it's cradle. I'm stuck thinking about what exactly my best friend is wanting to tell me, since I have my own secret that I want to reveal. The fact is I'm not that good looking, average in every single respect, the only features that ever would attract anyone being my eyes, light blue eyes framed by long feminine eyelashes, and the dimples I get when I smile. Otherwise I was nothing special, plain brown hair, five and a half feet tall, a little pudgy, with glasses and a serious sinus problem. It was no secret that everyone in school always stared at my best friend and I whenever we would hang out, since he was one of the most respected football players in the school, the unofficial leader of the football team, their greatest offensive player as well as their greater defensive players. He was also an Adonis, easily six feet eight inches, brown hair reaching to his shoulders, slate gray eyes, perfectly tanned skin, straight white teeth, a body that'd make women fall to their knees and men jealous, and the most beautiful laugh ever heard.
Well there's my secret, I was falling in love, not with some cheerleader, but with the football hero. I was only fifteen, but I was already realizing that I liked men instead of women, something that everyone in my town said was evil. The last person that ever loved another man publicly was forced to leave town. Their excuse was he was corrupting an innocent, a child of seventeen, but it had been the teenager who had started the relationship, taking it to the level that forced the older man to leave the only place he felt safe. So I couldn't tell anyone, at least anyone besides the only person I trusted, the guy who had saved me from the rest of the football team's joke when I was a freshman, taking all of my clothes except my underwear during gym and forcing me to walk out in just my old underclothing, which was the only thing I had left. He came in, took the bundle of clothes from the other guys and told me to get dressed and get the hell out of there, so I wouldn't have to see the violence about to be perpetrated in my name. Ever since then we had been friends, much to the disgust of the rest of his teammates, though they kept it to themselves, as the last time they ever tried to do something he disliked got every one of them in the hospital with at least one broken limb.
I was enthralled ever since that time, doing whatever he asked me to, I would have even died for him, even before I realized I was falling in love. I did my best to hide it, though it was difficult as we lived so close, just a few houses away from each other, though his was at the end of the block, leading to a beautiful forest that was considered an animal sanctuary. I quickly collected my clothes, a white shirt and gray dress pants. Then I took a long shower, making sure every last inch of my body was clean, including places most men would never think to wash with such persistence as I. I wanted to make sure I was perfect for this, no matter what the secret, even if it was that he had met someone. I was forced to dress in the bathroom, since my mother had decided to clean my bedroom, and I didn't, despite the fact she'd seen me naked so many times, feel like I could get dressed in front of her. I was just pulling on my socks when the phone rang again, making me trip as I tried to reach it before either of my parents grabbed the receiver. I wasn't in time, instead falling onto my face the exact moment my father yelled up to my room, in the refurbished attic, "Carl, it's Adin, he wants to talk to you." "I know dad, I was trying to get it but I fell on my face, since I'm trying to get dressed right now." I yell back, getting up onto my knees and reaching back to pull my socks on the rest of the way before standing and getting the receiver in my room.
"Hey, it's me, I think my dad's off the line now so if you need to talk about.." I start talking, only to be cut off by his angelic voice, "I really need you to come over tonight, as soon as it's dark, and make sure your parents think that we're just going to hang out tonight, and try and study for the beginning of next week, since we both have to take those tests." I couldn't help but listen to his voice, so beautiful, just as beautiful as the rest of him. I didn't notice the fact he was talking about something else now, until I thought I heard the words 'I love you' coming from the ear piece. "What? What did you say?" I whispered into the phone, barely able to keep myself from falling over if it was true. "I said I'll see you later, I've got to go and get the house cleaned up, since my dad's on a business trip, and he'll be gone the whole weekend." He hung up the phone, leaving me on the verge of tears, my heart beating hard against my ribs. "I thought he said.. why did I think that? Should I even tell him, since he might tell me that I'm a disgusting little shit, or he could just laugh at me, or worse.. I don't even know if he could ever love me back, since I'm so.." I say to myself, trying to convince my subconscious that this is the right thing to do, that I won't make a fool of myself.
I'd made sure that I had enough change of clothes, two sets of clothing, as well as some shorts and old t-shirts to use for bed, just in case we did fall asleep. I wasn't sure I would sleep, especially with my entire body tense from the thought of just what he would tell me. I was carrying them in my rarely used gym bag, lugging both my clothing and a few books to read if he wanted to be left alone, or share with him so he could read. I reached his door just as the sun was starting to sink below the horizon, an hour until it would completely fall below and begin it's trip towards the other side of the world. I rapped lightly on Adin's front door, only to find him standing there in the frame, looking down at me, smiling like a child with a new toy. "You made it, I wasn't sure you would come. Come on in, set your stuff down in the living room, since you won't be needing it." He's saying rapidly, almost faster then I could follow, already moving towards the stairs to his own bedroom, in the basement of the home he shared with his father, ever since his mother died years ago, leaving them alone to take care of each other. I did as he asked, leaving my bag on the couch before running after him, almost running into him down the stairs. "What did you want to tell me, what was so important I had to lie to my parents so we could see each other?" I say quizzically, not sure I should stay if I was having to pretend with my parents. "Not yet, not until the sun's all the way down, then I can show you as well as tell you, until then we'll just hang out." He returns, keeping me in the dark for now. "I have something I think I might want to tell you too, but I'm not sure if I should until I find out your secret, since there might not be any point if what I'd tell you wouldn't matter to you." I say softly, the thought of him being in love with someone else tugging at my heart.
We end up sitting down in his basement, watching one of the old scary movies he had, the classic Wolf Man feature. The only thing that seemed to throw off the few hours we spent was the fact that his hand ended up on my leg and didn't move, at least not anywhere except up. He pulled it away once I looked at him, but that look on his face told me that he wasn't in love with someone else. "I think I can tell you my secret now.. since it's about time the moon should be up." He stands up, opening the small curtains blocking the window built into the foundation of the house, one of those brick-thick glass structures, something that would take a sledge hammer to break. That body turns, touching the lamp's surface, making it turn off, leaving the room bathed in moonlight. Everything takes on a silver glow as he turns back to look at me. "I'm not human.. I'm a.." He stops in mid-sentence, moving to sit down beside me and bend forward, leaving his face a few inches from mine. "A werewolf.. well not a werewolf exactly.. but I am a shape changing creature." I just look at him dumbfounded, only to let out a single chuckle as I think he's just trying to make me smile.
"No, I'm not kidding.. that's what I wanted to tell you.. and show you.. since I didn't think you would believe me otherwise." As he says this his voice starts to become deeper, more melodic, almost like he's trying to sing. Even as I watch his entire body seems to grow even larger, clothing outlining what soon becomes a very built body, though designed by nature, not by someone trying to alter their appearance. Those hands reach out and grab mine, now big enough the engulf mine completely. His eyes seem to take on a light of their own, shining just as bright as the moonlight flowing into the room. His brown hair starts to grow longer, into a shaggy mane. As this happens the rest of his face is soon covered in tan hair, his face's bones shifting beneath the skin until only those eyes remain my friend's, the face of a lion looking at me. "I've been wanting to tell you for a long time. I just wasn't sure how I could explain this to you." His voice is still as kind as ever, though it's deeper now, thanks to his now seven and a half foot height. His entire body is now covered in the tan fur, at least the areas I can see, including those hands, still just as long fingered as ever, though ending in sharp nails, curving like claws. That's when I notice the tail swishing behind him, a long appendage ending in a brown tuft of hair. What stands before me now is a seven and a half foot tall leonine built like a mesomorph. He appears to be smiling, though it's difficult to tell with those sharp teeth. For all I could tell, he could be snarling at me.
Though soon, as he sits beside me, placing his hand against my leg again, his intentions are revealed. It's difficult to refuse him, especially since he could easily shred my flesh as well as my clothing with a single strike. I look up into those eyes, not sure how to explain my own secret. "I want to tell you something, I'm just not sure I should.. I think you will be OK with it." He's looking down at me, hand rising higher until it's pressing against my crotch, squeezing at my limp shaft. "What do you want to tell me, hun? What's so important to you?" He's still squeezing at my limp shaft, though it isn't as soft as it once was. "I think I may be falling in love with you." The hand squeezes tighter and moves higher, his other hand reaching to start undo the clasp on my pants. Soon he's tugging my pants off, leaving me in only a pair of loose fitting boxers, and my shirt. "I thought you did, since you used to watch whenever I'd work out in the weight room even though you never used it yourself." His warm furred hands slide up, lifting my shirt up and forcing me to raise my arms as he pulls it off my body, sliding over the skin gently as he leaves me in only my boxers. "I could also smell it on you, you'd reek of it after I got done with those workouts and would stretch. I've also watched you stare at me on the field."
He's now grabbing my underwear, pulling them down to reveal my swelling uncut shaft and average balls. I soon find myself grasped around my shaft by one of those warm hands, sliding along my growing erection. He continues to stroke me as his free limb starts to lift off his shirt, making him remove the hand resting upon my now fully erect shaft so he can remove that tight material, showing off two pink nipples, light against the soft fur covering his beautiful body. He soon stands, pulling off those pants along with his underwear, revealing a thick sheath. "What are you going to do with that? Are you seriously considering trying to use that on me? It's as big as mine and that's not even.. please don't make me feel so nervous, I think I might leave if you're not going to tell me.." I keep yammering on, until, before I realize it, he's standing right above me, looking down with eyes that glow again, this time with an unyielding lust. "I want you on your knees, now." That voice isn't as soft now, almost forcing me to obey his will. Once he realizes I'm not moving on my own, one of those strong hands reaches down, grasping my shoulder, pushing me down towards the floor. "Get down there now, otherwise I'll be forced to get violent, and I care about you too much to want that to happen." I look up even as I submit to his wishes, moving down until I'm on my hands and knees, not sure what to tell him now that I realize that the person I've loved loves me in return, but not as an equal, instead as something to be used. Those hands are soon on my rear, turning me so that my face is towards the bed, his larger body sliding up behind me and pressing that thick sheath against the crack of my rear.
I soon find myself growing hard once again as the feeling of him pulling me up against his stomach and chest and holding me there even as the pointed tip of his shaft presses between the cheeks of my behind starts turning me on. Within a few minutes that shaft is fully erect and pressing towards my virgin hole, easily a foot long and an inch and a half thick behind that pointed leonine cock head. He continues to press upwards into me, spreading my tight rear with that precum coated tip. I'm unable to stop moaning each time he presses further into my stretching rear, the feeling of that smooth cock sliding over the virgin flesh inside my body making me even hornier. "Please.. I want to feel all of it.. everything, don't stop until you've cum.. I want you to be my first.." His shaggy furred head bends down, breathing into my ear, speaking barely in audible range. "You'll be more then just my best friend, you'll belong to me. Once I've filled you with my seed, you'll be mine forever.." I gasp out, both from the realization that he's wanting to do more then just fill me and from the intense pleasure of that shaft soon hilting inside me. Those arms around me lift my body higher, until only the tip remains within the tightness of my insides. The large beast that was my best friend just moments before then releases his grip, forcing my body down until not only the entire shaft is inside me, but an inch of that furred sheath is shoving it's way inside. He continues this for what seems like forever, though when I look up at the clock set above his bed only eight minutes have passed. I suddenly scream out as thick spikes of flesh force their way into my flesh, locking him inside me even as the first thick shot of his burning seed fills my bowels. "Ohh GOD, it hurts... please.. stop.. you're going to kill me.." He doesn't seem to hear me, instead bending his head down once more and grabbing my ear in those sharp teeth, tugging on it even as shot after shot of his seed flows inside my body, each time his shaft pulses it forces those barbs deep into my flesh. "Please.." Even before I'm able to finish the sentence one of those massive hands grabs the back of my head and squeezes, those teeth letting go of my ear, only to growl out, "Shut up, or I'll kill you when I'm done, you little slut." The hand on the back of my head slides around, until those nails are digging into my throat, making me know that he isn't trying to shut me up, he is serious about taking my life if I don't do what he wants. I close my eyes as he continues to cum inside me, the seed's warmth growing more and more intense the more he leaves inside me. I can't help but start crying as quiet as I can even as that shaft starts to soften, sliding out of me and leaving that no longer virgin hole dribbling a mixture of seed and my blood from those puncture wounds.
"Are you OK? Carl, is everything alright?" I feel his hand reaching down, gently grasping my shoulder and shaking me. "Please be OK, I'm sorry, I didn't realize how much I wanted you.." I open my eyes, looking up at his chest, not able to look him in the eyes anymore, no longer feeling like the friend I thought I was, instead feeling like that thing his rape told me I was. "What do you want to do to me now sir?" I answer automatically, wanting to keep the pain from growing too much for my sensitive emotions to handle. "Just tell me what you want and I'll do it." Even as I'm saying this he's pulling me up, wrapping those arms around me and holding me close. "I'm sorry, please, forgive me. I didn't mean to hurt you, don't act like this. I love you, just as much as you love me." He then starts kissing me, those warm lips pressing against my own even as he starts to cry. I just continue to remain limp in his arms, closing my eyes and giving in to the desire to simply pass out, and hope that everything I experience tonight is nothing more then dream from my intense desire to have him.