One morning my brain was pounding from studying so hard for one of my gay werewolf folklore classes all of the previous night. After ten years of trying to decide upon a major I finally made a decision. I figured that since I'd been turned into a werewolf I might as well study them, you know? So I'm a werewolf folklore major now and only have three years left to finish enough classes so I can finally graduate. That's three more years I've got to suck and fuck some of the hottest student bodies on one of the best campuses on the wast coast for sucking young male campus cocks.

I woke up with my head pounding, getting dressed in the living room and reciting all sorts of werewolf facts to myself that I needed to know for the test I had that morning. Just when I was feeling good about everything, in walks Jeff out of the shower butt naked. His big thick young hard cock was bouncing up and down on its own as he stepped into the kitchen to get some breakfast. I loved the way his short, blonde hair looked. It was half wet and sticking up all over his cute head. I just stood there in the middle of the living room gawking at him with my mouth agape and my jeans only pulled up halfway up my legs.

Jeff had his naked ass facing me as he looked in the refrigerator, bending down to give me a good glimpse of his ripe, pink rosebud and his tight, round soft balls. They were good, young-looking balls that didn't hang and swing like pendulums from a limp, floppy sack. No, they were nice and tight, big, full balls. I was drooling, staring at his ass and nuts, wanting to put them in my hot, wet mouth and suck on them all day. Jeff knew I would give almost anything to partake in the pleasures of his body and for some reason he liked driving me insane.

Finally Jeff turned around with a gallon of milk in his hand. His cock was still stiff and rigid, pointing toward me as every bit of information I'd memorized for my werewolf test seemed to evaporate into thin air and all I could think of was this guy's hot fucking COCK!!! I wanted it in my mouth; I wanted it up my ass. Jeff smiled at me and softly laughed, saying, "You gonna decide whether those pants are half on or half off some time today?"

I was so flustered at Jeff speaking to me that I lost my balance and fell to the floor. Embarassed, I just stayed on the floor for a few seconds and when I made my way back up, Jeff was standing there leaning against the front of the refrigerator door. He had a ring of white milk circling his mouth and he had both his arms raised, pretending he was stretching and yawning again but I knew he was trying to drive me mad with his armpits. There they were in all their glory, two armpits lightly covered in soft, blonde gorgeous hairs that glistened with moisture. I stared at his chest and marveled at the tightness of his abdomen, the light brown tone of his skin colliding with the pale white bikini brief tan lines which encompassed his gorgeous cock nearly making me want to die with Jeff's cock in my mouth. Choke me to death with it, mother fucker! I really didn't give a damn at that moment, I was so in lust with his armpit hairs and beautful stiff fuck pole.

"Got a test on gay werewolves this morning, huh, Taco?" Jeff said with a beautiful gleam in his ocean-blue eyes.

"Yeah, and I was feeling pretty good about it until I forgot everything I studied last night with one good look at those armpits of yours."

"Well, you better keep looking and keep studying, dude," Jeff said, "because looking is all you'll ever do. Like I said, I ain't into dudes older that 28 or so." Jeff then giggled and grabbed his cock. He grunted and shook it at me , tilting his head back and cocking it to the side, pretending to swoon, mocking me, teasing me. I watched his hot ass cheeks sway back and forth when he walked down the hall toward his bedroom and I felt my blood boiling.