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The last two weeks had been exhilarating. Sam was walking down the concrete paths of the state college which he attended, and to pass the time, he was thinking (or really daydreaming) about the events of the last week. Sam was a junior, working on a chemistry degree. This meant hours spent in the library, and after a while, all the faces of dutiful students also spending hours on their studies gradually became known to him. Although he hardly knew any of their names, their faces were comforting to him. Spending all this time in the library meant it had become a place of comfort, and these common faces became as much a part of this place of comfort as the furniture. The event that set this exhilarating week into motion was the arrival of a fresh (handsome) face in said library. A large, muscular dark figure had come in, set up, and begun to work across from Sam. Sam had never seen this wolfman before, and, apart from being a new face, he was so good-looking that it posed a major distraction and an obstacle to getting any work done. Sam would try to focus on the data from this week's lab, and gradually the dark mass in his peripheral vision would tug more and more on his focus. This figure was covered in midnight black fur, and covered in the type of muscle given by having strong ancestors, or long manual labor. He was curvy in an athletic way, if you had to describe him in a police report, Sam thought, you might describe him as sturdily built. On top of the fur, he wore a faded green T-shirt that laid well-fittingly on him. Up from that was a similarly dark little face, with two vibrant green eyes. Which were looking right back at Sam.
Sam realized how obviously he was staring at the wolfman across from him and awkwardly smiled, to try and cut the awkwardness.
“Oh, hey, I know you!”
The awkward smile remained. He raised his eyebrows in response.
“You're in my biochem class, a few rows in front of me. You and me are pretty much the only people in that class still writing with pen and paper”, and chucked a little bit about this.
From there, the conversation blossomed. Sam had learned that this new dark figure's name was Markus. Markus was a new face due to the sudden change of scenery from studying in the art building – a concrete monolith on campus – to the library tonight. Markus had explained that, with midterms approaching, many of the art students had been spending time working on mid-semester projects. Further, many of the art students were loud.
Sam had learned that Markus would “maybe, or actually really sort of would like to go to a park with him sometime”. Sam wasn't the only person learning anything other than what he had set himself to study that night, Markus had learned that Sam would like to go to the park with him too.
They had talked the rest of that night, getting zip in the way of work done. That was Monday, and on Wednesday they had both arrived at the park. Sam walked over, Markus drove, and they both met slightly past the entrance. The park was nice. There had been a consistent cold wave the last few weeks, and a snow that had melted. This meant the park was now immersed in an auburn wave of color. This park, located near downtown, was arranged in a large ½ mile loop. The two of them had done one lap, then two, then three, then four. By the fourth, the sun was setting and the cold was moving in to replace it.
They had talked about their classes, about where they were from, about how nice having a thick pelt of fur was for when the weather got cold, and how awful it was when the weather got hot, and how awful it was for the filters on the laundry machine.
Sam had laughed about the laundry machine. Markus had grinned back, exposing a pearlescent white set of sharp teeth. Sam’s stomach had sunk a little bit staring into this stranger's mouth. It was the mouth of a predator or at least the mouth of a species that long ago had evolved from predators into tool-using bipeds. Sams's stomach sunk to a point just above his belly button, and then rose again to his throat. It was also sort of hot. Sam had blushed, which Markus had seen and smiled even harder at. Sam's pants also got just a little bit tighter around the crotch, which Markus did not see. Markus wasn't quite a threatening figure, but he was ever so slightly imposing. Sam stood at 5’11, and while Sam never asked Markus his height, Markus stood a solid half-foot or so above him. Muscular, all black, tall, and with deep green eyes, Sam thought that Markus looked a little bit like how a poet in his classics gen-ed might describe death.
Markus, at this same moment, had been thinking about the human he was walking with. Sam was athletic looking too, in a sort of nerdy chemist way. Sam had brown hair and an olive complexion. Markus thought he was quite cute.
Markus, from there, had offered to drive Sam home. Which Sam, of course, accepted. Sam and Markus both lived in the dorms, but said dorms were situated in opposite ends of this campus from each other. This was a college campus, and a progressive one at that, in a progressive city. The city was a single outcropping in the state, however, which meant that the dorms at this university were not interspecies. Sam was just a little happy that he had to describe how to get to his dorms from the park. He was able to surreptitiously learn that Markus had not had any previous human boyfriends. Not at this college at least. Sam had also been able to stare as much as he liked at Markus’ large arms as they gripped the steering wheel of his car. When they had first met, Markus had sent out his hand to shake. When they did, Sam was shocked by the difference in the size of their hands. Markus was larger than Sam, no doubt, but the difference in their hands had been the first time Sam had taken account of it.
With the help of Sam's directions, they arrived at the parking lot of his dorm and lingered there for a minute. It had gotten quiet, and Sam had broken that silence by asking Markus if “it would be too forward to ask if they should kiss”. Twenty seconds later, they had their hands around each other and were swapping spit. If it had been a competition, Sam would have lost. Markus started gently, a peck, then a deep kiss. Then Markus had shoved a thick tongue past Sam's lips. Thinking about that tongue, the word dense came to mind. Sam licked Markus' teeth, finding most felt sharp in the points, and were round on the sides. Markus produced a lot more saliva than Sam, and this saliva flowed readily into Sam's mouth. It had tasted just ever so slightly different than his own, almost indistinguishably. Once Markus’ heavy tongue had left his mouth. Sam had expressed a few words about how great that was, and how much he would like to see Markus again.
When Sam stepped out of the car, he felt the humidity of the car, which had condensed in his skin, cool rapidly in the fall breeze.
Since then, there had been five more ‘dates’ consisting mostly of getting coffee or studying together. They sat together in the Biochem class that they shared. Sam's friends were cautious and interested in Markus. One of Sam's friends, who TA-ed for Biol 2445 (multispecies anatomy) had described some of the more interesting biological quirks of wolfman anatomy. This friend had talked about these quirks as oddities, weird things to gawk at. Sam had pitched a tent imagining the described between Markus' thick legs. They had kissed a few more times too. Although all of them were in quick succession, Sam now felt like he had known Markus for ages. This last time at the library, Markus had suggested that Sam come over and watch a movie, Sleepy Hollow, which Markus had never seen before.
That led him to this point now. Sam felt fresh and still dewy from the hot shower he had taken just an hour before as he strode across campus to Markus' dorm. Deep down, Sam knew that Markus might have to rewatch Sleepy Hollow after this.
When he arrived at the dorm, he texted Markus, who quickly came down and opened the keycard-locked door for him. They had gone up three stories, to the top floor of this dorm, and Markus had fumbled with his keys to open the dorm.
It was an apartment-style dorm, which Markus quickly gave him a tour of. The entrance opened into a living room, sparsely decorated with a sofa, television, and coffee table. Connected to it further was a kitchen and hallway. Down the hallway was a bathroom and two bedrooms. The one closest down the hallway was Markus'. Unlike the rest of the apartment, Markus' room was well-decorated, if small. Furnished with the usual dorm amenities, some posters, and a lot of decorative “litter” around the room. Sam had noticed, and chucked, at the fact that almost everything in the room was covered with a layer of fine, black hair.
“One of the drawbacks” Markus had called it.
Markus had grabbed a thick blanket, which Sam was sure he had no use for (due to the constant fur parka he had on), and a CD. Sam wondered why Markus had any sheets at all, and had asked. Markus did his deep, slow laugh and told him that usually he just threw them aside. In fact, “he usually slept with nothing but that layer of fur”. Sam’s heart lifted and fluttered just a tad with the thought of this muscular wolfman sleeping naked.
And with that, the disk was in the and the movie started. Cue the ambiance and whatnot of Sleepy Hollow. Sam wasn't really watching the movie though. Living like this all his life, Markus had completely tuned out the sounds of his room, surrounded by members of the “non-human” species (as Sam’s small-town teacher would refer to them). It was loud, and, if you'll forgive the expression, it sounded like a zoo. A menagerie of noises, seeping in through the uninsulated dorm walls from the rooms all up and down the hall. From down the hall, a few howls, a group of frat-wolfmen pre-gaming a party, Sam thought. It felt like he had landed on a different planet. He had never experienced anything like this before. Although his dorm freshman year was loud, his dorm last year and now – comprised completely of upperclassmen – was pretty quiet. Sam sank a little into the couch, his shoulders relaxed just a little. All this animal noise was comforting, in a new way.
Markus asked a lot of questions. He apparently was not someone who could keep up with a movie well. But Sam didn't mind, he had seen it before and was happy to answer.
“Wait, why do his teeth look like that?” Markus asked
“Like yours?” Sam asked and laughed a little bit
“Shut up. No they do not” Markus laughed back
“I think he shaved them down, or something. To look scarier”
A pause.
“You should totally do that, it's in fashion right now. Apparently” Markus said and waved towards the TV.
Sam chucked again and Markus put a heavy black arm over his shoulder.
Sam had slowly leaned into Markus. A lean which had turned into what was more or less an embrace, and now, for the third time ever, Markus' heavy tongue was nestled within Sam's mouth. The movie, as Sam had expected, and Markus had hoped for, was now of no importance other than as noise to stifle the wet sounds and muffled moans being exchanged between the two.
While upstairs the two were again swapping spit, Sam's hand drifted down and then up again. His hand caught the are before the knee on Markus' thigh – he didn't quite have the reach to grasp his knee if he wanted to– and began to work up, with a tilt on the inside of Markus' thigh. The denim of Markus’ jeans felt thick and sturdy. The jeans themselves were huge. Much like the comparison between their hands, the circumference of Markus' leg was startling. Sandwiched between the heavy blanket and those study jeans, Sam's hand worked up, up, and just graced the outer edge of what might be considered Markus' pubic area. He lipped above the beltline and underneath the black T-shirt Markus was wearing (On their third date he had made the mistake of asking why Markus wore all dark colors) and now had a hand gently pressed against Markus' firm stomach.
Markus pulled back from their kiss, and they breathed into each other's faces for a couple of seconds before resuming; with more vigor than before. Markus' tongue was now basically at the back of his throat. Sam was no longer an active participant in this makeout session as much as he was a victim, straining against his own gag reflex. Sam pulled back a little bit, and Markus took the hint.
“Woah”
“Sorry. I just…” Markus trailed off.
“You make me feel like I have to stick my whole tongue down your throat. I like you so much”
Sam laughed.
“I'll try not to get too carried away”
“Maybe we can do something else.”
In the background, the sound of someone being decapitated or otherwise murdered by the headless horseman played, along with a dramatic score. Sam's hand traveled south again.
Markus breathed a wet, hot breath into Sam's face and spoke: “Here, let me”
Markus stood up. The sofa sprung lightly back into place. He lifted the front of his black t-shirt, just a few inches, undid the button on his jeans, and with a solid yank undid the zipper. The jeans fell loose around his hips and he pushed them down and kicked them away. Markus then turned around on his leg.
Sam looked forward. He was now face to face with the outline of Markus' nethers, hidden behind the fabric of faded green boxer briefs. Markus had large thighs and angular hips beneath his underwear.
“Woah, hold on a second”
Almost instinctually, Sam reached out and grabbed what was in front of him. Even through the fabric, he could feel two large balls and a thick pouch. He reached in between Markus' hairy thighs and cupped one testicle. In his hand, it was as big as his fist. Sam realized that the preparations he had made in the shower before were probably going to be of little help.
“Jesus.”
“If you want, you can pull my underwear off. This is also fine.”
And Sam did as he wanted. Sam pulled Markus' underwear off and Markus pulled off his own shirt.