Chapter 14

Conor, smelling my lust, developed a hard on. God, he had a beautiful prick. He didn’t rub it, didn’t masturbate, just left his prick out for Brigitte and me to enjoy the sight of. Lord, did I enjoy it. Well over eight thick inches of uncircumcised deliciousness.

As the show played, I had Conor point out all the real-life fallacies portrayed by the make believe wolves.

“The biggest fallacy is that these teenage wolves are acting like they’re in charge of their own lives. They’re ignoring there’s a pack leader in charge. Packs are very regimented. You just can’t go around doing what you want. It’s the reason the US signed a treaty with us. They only have to deal with a limited number of individuals, and the rest of us fall in line or someone like Quinn will hunt them down.”

Feeling more than a little randy, what with Brigitte holding me close and Conor’s primo prick staring me in the face, about ten, I told Conor he could continue watching, but I took Brigitte’s han