So I finally was able to leave work the other night and as I passed by these big bushes about two blocks away I heard this rustling sound. Then I heard this hideously, insanely lustful moaning. Being the curious sort, I stopped dead in my tracks and said, "Okay, what the hell is going on in those bushes, goddamit! It sounds like someone is getting their dicks sucked, or something, and I want a piece of the action!"

That's when he just leaped out of the bushes! It was the customer from work whose taco I'd taken a bite from. He was naked from the waist down and had his cock in his hand, stroking it and moaning, looking at me with the most insanely lustful eyes I had ever seen, they appeared almost to be yellow. It occured to me then that it was a full moon and as the gentle, intoxicating light of the moon shone down on the guy's crotch I could see that his dick wasn't as big as I'd hoped. It was about a medium-sized cock, around six inches or so but he sure knew how to stroke it! It was just my luck that I was passing by the bushes just as he about to cum and as he sceamed and cried out to squirt the jizz all over the sidewalk, I immediately got down on my knees to lap it up.

To my surprise, though, the guy grabbed me and threw me down on the pavement before I could get a lick of his jizz, saying to me, "You don't get yours until I get mine! I told you I wanted my BITE back and this is how I intend to get it!" I was lying helpless upon my back, staring up at the moon as the cold air brushed against my now naked cock. He had unfastened and pulled my pants down to my ankles and then planted his face in my crotch, rubbing his whisker-covered face against my dick which was quickly hardening. Was this guy going to bite my dick off?"

Yes, he began to bite on my cock! At first my instinct was to grab his neck and break it. It was my werewolf nature to defend myself and turn the tables upon anyone who tried to do me harm. But as a few moments went by, this guy got a rhythm going and I could feel that this "biting" was simply part of his "method". My cock was hard as nails as this dude went down on it, all the way down and getting it wet and warm as I shivered and shook. He went down on my dick slowly, then when he came back up he would BITE my cockhead. It was a piercing, exciting sensation that literally had me howling! He'd bite it as I flopped like a fish then he'd go back down, doing this over and over and faster and faster as the whole time he cupped and massaged by small, tight balls with his hands, keeping them warm in the cold but also bringing me closer to climax. Faster and faster he went down on my throbbing rod, biting it harder and harder until the last time he bit it felt like he was biting it half off and that's when I shot a steaming load of cum in his mouth which he seemed to swallow instantly. The guy then looked at me with his yellow eyes glowing, my cum white as the moon above as it dripped from his chin. That's when I passed out from a mixture of fear and pleasure.

It was an hour later when Miguel, walking home from work, found me on the sidewalk and shook me awake. He asked what the fuck happened to me and I said, "I think I just got my dick sucked by a real-life WEREWOLF!"