Pocket
Fuzz, Oh, Look! More!
"Hey."
"Who're
you?"
"Oz."
"Bloody
hell, let me get a word in edgewise, eh?"
"Heh."
"So,
you're a werewolf?"
"Yeah."
"God,
no wonder Red and the Whelp like you so much. Those two natter on for
hours."
"Yep."
"What
are you doing?"
"Getting
naked."
"Why?"
"Pocket
Fuzz."
"Well,
I suppose it makes sense."
Return
of the Pocket Fuzz, Oh, Look! More!
"Now
what are you doing?"
"Getting
you naked."
"I
can see that. But why?"
"It
spreads."
"Oh,
well, then. Best get the clothes off faster."
"Hmmm..."
"Now
what's wrong?"
"Dunno."
"Well,
we're naked and we hardly know each other."
"Now
what?"
Revenge
of the Pocket Fuzz, Oh, Look! More!
"Spike."
"Yeah?"
"Let's
fuck."
"Okay."
The two men began kissing; Spike thrust his tongue
into the overly hot mouth of the smaller man.
Oz
moaned and molded himself against Spike, opening
his mouth wider for the questing tongue. He
stroked Spike's tongue with his own, eliciting a moan from
the vampire. Suddenly he bit down, which caused Spike
to growl.
Before
he even knew what was happening, Oz was on the
floor, with Spike over him, nipping and licking at
his chest. "Spiiiike."
"Not
now, busy." Spike took one nipple in his mouth,
tuggin on it with his teeth, then bathing it with
his tongue.
"Spiiike,"
whimpered Oz again, tugging on the white blond
hair.
"Bloody
hell, wot?"
"Lube
in my jeans, just fuck me..."
Oz
scrambled to his hands and knees while Spike retrieved
the small white tube. "If you insist." He
lubed up his fingers and carefully inserted one
into the werewolf's tight ass.
"More,"
panted Oz, pushing back on the finger.
Spike
quickly added a second, and then a third, crooking
the tips and hitting Oz's prostate.
"Yesss,"
hissed Oz.
Spike
lubed up his cock and pressed slowing into the
werewolf. Oz immediately pushed backwards, forcing
Spike to move.
Soon
the two were moving at an incredible pace, panting
and thrusting. Spike reached around and began
jacking Oz off to the same pace as his thrusts.
The
two thrashed and writhed. Oz tilted his head to
one side, exposing his throat to Spike. Spike dug
his fangs into the werewolf, cumming in great spurts
as he drank the hot blood.
Oz
howled as the fangs entered his throat and he too
came, his seed spilling over Spike's still moving
hand and all over the ground.
The
two collapsed in a satiated daze, just lying there,
basking in the afterglow of an intense shag.
Giles
entered the room, looking up from the text he
was reading and immediately looked back at the
book. "Er,
if you wouldn't mind terribly, you ought to get this
cleaned up, the others will be here soon."
"Sorry,
Watcher, but there was a rampant..."
Giles
cut Spike off, "Case of pocket fuzz. Yes, I'm
sure there was." Then he went back into the
office.
"Bloody
hell, how did he know?"
The
End
