Howling Fraternity
Fangs of the Lang Clan part 1
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A three part series intended for Halloween, but well…you can never be too late for a party.
Other Parts will be uploaded in the future.
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“Why did that man bite me...?”
Jon groaned, rubbing his arm over hot running water, trying to stop the itching from the spot.
He just wanted a nice night out with his gay best friends, his first time to a party…despite all of them being of the same age. But how can they blame him, he’s just too shy…
Plus, he had his own preferences…for a certain guy in sweater vests.
That being said, being a closed shut in doesn’t do you favours in your social life, even if you are a cute…bottom. Yes, if his small physique did not give it away, his facial features did.
Freckles bright green eyes framed by a pair of dark rimmed prescription specs, standing nervously in his pair of jeans and size 5 sneakers. Standing short at barely 5ft 5, mousey curly hair trailing down to his shoulders where his sweater was at.
With rolled up sleeves just like his preppy crush at the party.
…
“Ugh! Not the time to be thinking about men!”
He flushed, as he kept scrubbing the spot where the guy bit him, a slight irritation at the thought of the hunky asian dude biting him randomly.
Sure…that bold idiot was hot…but he had no class…unlike his favourite posh characters from his TV show, anime…and his crush. And besides, that frat dude seemed drunk as…
-Scratch, scratch, scratch-
“Why is it so ITCHY?”
He continued to claw his pale skin, longer nails burying into his arm, a dusting of light hair reflected by the moonlight. The upper window giving a clear view of the man’s darkening arm, alongside the swelling of muscle from the marked spot.
“Wait...why is my-?”
Moving backwards from the sink, an aggressive punch of muscle surged up his forearms and UP his biceps. Shredding away his sleeves and engulfing any trace of pale caucasian in sight, reconfiguring the genetic code to something entirely different, something much tanner.
Jon just stared, powerless to stop his arm swelling and LIFTING up in size as wobbled right in front of him. Fingers roughening out with different digits as they GRABBED! The sink forcefully, like they had a different idea besides running away.
COUGH! He coughed, facing down to the sink as his shoulders broadened from beneath his sweater. Stretching out his frame as the tanned colouration travelled directly to his other hand, doubling it as well, as both hands now lifted up, clenched and-
FLEX!
“Wha...What is going on?”
Arms raised, as blurriness starts to swirl in his surroundings. Eyes glancing upward, the moonlight glaring down through the lens, rays disintegrating the frames until its just direct eye contact.
DING!
The moonlight bounced directly into his eyes...so beautiful man. Mark flaring, basking in the spotlight as muscle puffed strongly over his torn clothing.
Gotta flex, cause Lon worked out a lot didn’t he? Sure he stayed at home, but he definitely kept his figure for a day like this. Surely he’d get some chicks cause of it-
Wait? Chicks-
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GRIP-SHREEED!
Ripping apart more of the fabric with his bare fists, exposing his chest frame to the light. Accelerating the spread as it PUSHED out his pecs, alongside those sexy abdominals he trained so hard to get.
But he didn’t had any alcohol-?
Wait…he didn’t drink?
“…Duuude…gotta chug!”
The man gripped his tool. Like a beer can, chugging it. Legs spreading wide as the jean material SNAPPED loose over at the top, becoming elastic, something far more sporty.
As his stature grew upward, the rays reached the lower parts, further pulsating the heat below, revealing that asiantastic tan down his swole knees. Reaching to his shoes as it melted away the hard top shell, spreading the material longer, leaving behind those ‘LIT’ sandals for those size 12s.
“Chug it…CHUG!”
The man bellowed, voice cracked, deepened, darkened into a masculine loudmouthed baritone-bass. Height rose all the way to a 6ft 3. Head tilted up, close to the ceiling as the man’s eyes spun hypnotically in the moonlight, allowing his tanned mandarin chinese hue to completely consume him.
“CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!”
Beaming stupidly, bearing those shiny pointed pearly whites from pouted lips, head sharpening into a chiselled square for a jock who always partied. Partying all night, hair being buzzed at the back, gelled pitch-black at the top. A single stud piercing over on his left ear lobe.
“TILL YOU GET A-“
Readying to burst, thick brows wiggling in fine anticipation, beaming pearls reflected by the oriental moonlight. Grabbing his powerful 8 inches, a beer can ready to be let LOOSE WITH A-
“HANGOVAWOOOOOO!”
The man howled the loudest he could, letting out loads of Jocksterone all over his shorts, squeezing his buttocks shut, a manhood made for ‘partying’ instead of being partied.
Swaggering out of the room, giving a big show-offy flex. The drunk dude was a hot lifeguard by day, and hot hunk ALL DAY-AWOOO NOTHING BEATS A-
“WILD PARTY BRAH!”
He’s gotta have more bros to be chuggin’ with! Sure, it was still pretty gay biting em, but the bigger the pack-the hotter the chicks they get to score. He and his cousins are granted the honour to set the rest of the pack straight, and besides-it was kinda hot watching them ‘join the family’.
Though that being said…nothing beats a pair of bouncy feminine globes for Leon Lang. Being the popular outgoing dude, he always had a snack daily, and after chugging it hard earlier…he oughta have plenty of em before continuing.
Concealing his fangs, bearing dazzling lips as he made his way to a couple of ladies eyeing him down the corridor.
“Duuuuuude the Party’s just started!”
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