When rancher Marshall finds cowboy Billy in his barn bleeding from a strange attack, he doesn't know what to make of the man, but they quickly become friends - and more than friends. As their relationship heats up, Billy finds himself with a strange new condition... WARNING: This story contains explicit m/m sex, handjobs, frottage, anal, and hot man-on-werewolf sex!
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"Marshall. You ever done it with a man?" Billy said abruptly, staring at the other man intently.
Marshall blinked slowly. "What're you asking me that for, boy?" He gave him another look now: the younger man was good-looking in a masculine way, handsome and strong and firm-bodied. He didn't have the same bulk of Marshall's musculature, now that he looked more closely - he was lean and strong as a whipcord.
"Everyone does it, you know - when it's lonely out on the range and there's no womenfolk around. A fella gets lonely."
"Billy," Marshall said evenly. "If you're afraid of offendin' my delicate sensibilities by just out-and-out propositioning me, I don't give a damn. You're a good-lookin' fella and if you're looking for some of that trail companionship… well, boy, what're you waiting for?"