Chapter 47

It took Morgan a long time to fall asleep. When he did, he dreamed of the cowboy and Indian battles he’d seen in old westerns on TV. He dreamed of wolves being hunted by angry ranchers. In one of his dreams he was a white wolf running for his life through the forest, being chased by these ranchers. He hid in a thicket and lay down panting. As he lay there, a grey wolf came and lay beside him. The wolf nuzzled Morgan’s back with its head and pressed its body against him. Morgan felt something begin to stroke his chest.

As he slipped from sleep to wakefulness, his wolf-self began to transform as well. He became aware he was in James’ bedroom, and that someone was lying behind him, caressing his back with their lips. A hand was slowly moving down his torso and fondling his cock which was already hard. Then he felt something probing his ass, as if searching for a way in.

At this point Morgan became fully awake, pulled away, sat up, and looked down at James, who then sat up as well.