Nalin Floro

Nalin is a fairly simple boy. Raised by his mother, he never knew his father. He didn't realize how different he was from the other boys till some time later. Finding out he was part wolf was a bit of a shocker, you would think someone with that kind of blood in them would be more, bold. But Nalin took after his mother in most ways. Calm and timid, he wasn't much of a leader that was for sure. But it didn't stop there, he couldn't help the feels he was getting when he watched the older boys play. Or the fact he loved the feel of his mothers silk panties on his own firm ass a bit to much. He lived a simple life in a small town. Hiding his desires in alleyways or back rooms. Till he left home, now finely on his own, he could live the life he wanted. Flaunting slender thighs and his toned ass. That large tail of his always flicking gently behind him as he made his way down the streets. But the free life only feels good for so long. Then the loneliness steps in, taunting every moment. He couldn't figure out why so many left him. But it seems fate has other plans, maybe he hadn't found that one right person. Now all he can do is wait, but even waiting begins to take its toll.

Having moved to the city, there was little he was skilled at doing. So really it didn't take long for him to find a even job that payed well and all he had to do was learn not to trip over himself. By day he could be seen working uptown at a cafe. Serving the business men and women coffee and such. Then by night, he could be found downtown. The alternative strip club was a bit more seedy then most. But Nalin managed to stay clean, he wasn't about to let that life ruin the rest of his if he ever left. He was good at his job, but it seemed the Bi crowd took more a liking to him. Which didn't bother him at all. Seemed he was just to girly for most Gays. Which, again, didn't bother him.

It was only after a fight with a costumer that he decided to leave. He didn't needed to be treated like dirt just cos he wouldn't do anything 'extra' for the fat slob. Even Nalin had standards. So during a break, he bought a bus ticket. Then after work, he ran to the bus stop. The last one running that night. What little friends he had told him to go and they would take care of his things till they got word he had settled down again somewhere. He needed to get out, find something else to fill his life. He hoped to find that at the end of that bus trip.

[more to come]