Chapter 3: An Early Morning Blunder
Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A...
The call of nature had been one that even an exhausted Porter Fulton had not been able to resist as he slowly roused from his tumultuous slumber and slowly made his way toward his bedroom door. In the middle of the night, he had been under the impression that he'd taken off his shirt while attempting to get comfortable while sleeping only to toss it about the room in the middle of the night. Porter shuffled from the bedroom and out into the front room toward the bathroom where he'd been of the mind to relieve himself of the intense pressure on his bladder in the wake of climbing out of bed.
The cool air had not made his need any better as he moved about the front room ignoring the fact that the clothes belonging to the girls from the previous night had disappeared in the wake of their hasty morning exit from the living quarters and Conway's attire still littered the floor.
The door had been unlocked and Porter had been more or less on autopilot as he strolled into the steam-filled bathroom and up toward the toilet bowl where he had been only thinking of relieving himself to the point that he had not noticed the naked brute who had still been in the shower.
The shower had not been one with a thick curtain that blocked one's view of whoever had been inside even if someone had the unfortunate accidental experience of barging in on them like at his former home, as Porter soon found out when he turned to his left and noted the back of a rather soaked Conway Rollins standing beneath the warm water and lathering up from head to toe.
While he had seen the hulking brute of a man naked before, he had still been under the influence of the lingering effects of sleep and was quite shocked that he'd walked in on the larger rugged young man showering. Startled by his newfound discovery, Porter had forgotten that he'd been standing over the toilet bowl and ended up missing the mark entirely as he soaked the back of the toilet and some of the floor with his urine before catching himself.
"Oh fuck." he hissed nearly forgetting that he had not been alone in the bathroom with Conway still showering.
He clumsily attempted to aim properly before he'd been done and tried his best to look for a means of quickly cleaning up his mess before alerting the showering Conway as to what he'd been up to. He had been rather comical in his attempts to clean up the mess with a towel he found in the dirty clothes hamper as he had forgotten to pull up his boxers when standing at the toilet and subsequently slipped in his own urine and landed on his back in the middle of it on the bathroom floor.
The stinging sensation ran through his back and his head was sure to have a knot in the back of it as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he groaned getting the unwanted attention of the showering brute who had pulled back the steam-fogged glass door with all the water dripping off his well-chiseled frame as he glared at the rather embarrassed Porter Fulton in confusion and annoyance.
"What the hell dude!?" asked Conway getting out of the shower as the water dripped from his body.
"S-Sorry I forgot and I had to go really bad but then I noticed you were in here and by then it was too late and I fucked up and pissed in the wrong spot after noticing you were in here and then tripped in it," said Porter wincing as he felt the residual ache from his fall in urine.
"Fuck that's some shit to have to go through after only having barely woken up this morning," Conway said shaking his head. "Let's get you up off the floor then Pisspot and we'll get you sorted out soon enough."
Porter rolled his eyes at being referred to as "Pisspot."
He had taken notice that Conway was still naked when he reached his rather firm hand out to help get him up off the floor, unfortunately, Porter had not been as coordinated with his body as he had previously believed after awakening so swiftly and he ended up colliding with Conway as he had attempted to lift him up off the ground.
The both of them slipped in the combination of piss and water causing a completely naked and still shower-soaked Conway Rollins to land on top of a half-naked and now equally soaked Porter Fulton. The crushing of his smaller body beneath the impressive weight of the older rugged young man had not been as bad as the erection he had been unable to control when Conway's rather muscled thigh came into contact with his exposed smaller cock. Porter bit his lip and tried his best to bite back the moan that threatened to leave his lips as he looked up into the eyes of the hulking brute that had been his roommate.
"Well done pisspot, now I've got to get back into the shower," grumbled Conway as he glared down into the rather further embarrassed and highly aroused Porter's eyes.
He sighed and climbed off the younger lad and pulled him up once he'd gotten back to his feet in an impressive display of strength. Porter pulled up his boxers and did his best not to look at the massive throbbing thing between Conway's legs as he shook his head and made his way back to the shower. Porter watched him climb back inside as he turned his attention to cleaning up his mess and awaiting his turn for the shower.
Conway didn't seem to mind being naked around him, mostly due to there being no reason to after all he'd seen all of him on more than one occasion, and given that Porter knew the look of a jock when he saw one, he'd been in a good deal of lockerroom.
Porter left Conway to his shower mentally kicking himself for his awkwardness wondering just what the brute of a jock had thought of him and if he had signed up for another round of future namecalling with his being now referred to as pisspot from his new roommate. Having little choice in the matter, Porter turned his attention to getting ready for the day and his own turn in the shower once Conway got out of it and headed back toward his bathroom.
At some point, the older rugged young man had gotten dressed without a word and taken his leave possibly headed to his own classes to start off his own day. Porter stood beneath the running shower terrified about what other mishaps the new day would bring despite his attempts at starting a new life here in this new school.
Still despite Conway appearing to not have an opinion of his awkwardness one way or another, Porter had not much liked being addressed as "Pisspot" and made a mental note to tell him so.
Chapter 4: Awkwardness Thy Name Is Porter Outside The Main Building, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... First impressions had been the damnedest thing as Porter Fulton found himself moving about the vast campus of his new school still as clueless as he'd been during his first arrival. He had been walking quite a bit before running into an apparent student aid making her rounds along the campus happily assisting lost students and new students alike. She'd been quite the artistic type given that she seemed to favor her dark tie-dye shirt and blue streaks that lined her dark locks. She had green eyes when seen up close and looked to be about Porter's age despite her vast experience with the college. "Hey, you look lost, can I offer you any assistance?" she asked with a cheery smile despite her appearance. "I am lost and relatively new here," admitted Porter pleased that someone had been of the mind to help him. "I've just come from bungalow 13 and got a bit tu
Chapter 5: A Whole School Of Freaks Outside The Main Building, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Porter could not believe what he'd been told let alone what he'd witnessed when he'd been in gym class. Conway Rollins, his roommate had been a rather large and brutal werewolf and easily slammed and tossed about the other large and powerful muscled brutes that happened also to be werewolves. The hairs stood up on the back of his neck as he attempted to make his way toward the heavy double doors only to be pounced upon by a rather giddy Conway Rollins who had reverted from his werewolf form to wrestle the smaller pale nerd amid the blue mattresses. Porter had been caught completely off guard by how easily Conway had lifted him off the ground and slammed him onto his back before pinning him to the mattress. While it was softer than the floor, it was still a hard mattress and smelled like old gym socks which caused Porter to bite back a gag. Conway had been so stro
Chapter 6: Something Of A Medical Abnormality The Infirmary, The Medical Wing, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Porter Fulton's eyes sprang open and he found himself in an unfamiliar environment that appeared to have been the medical wing of the school. He had noted the cool temperatures and the change in scenery before opening his eyes but had been confused as to why he'd been there. A nurse had walked up to him waving something akin to a wand along his rather cold and half-naked body as if she'd been scanning him for something. Startled by the strange humming that came from the odd wooden stick and the none-too-casual glow of golden dust from what Porter could make of it, He had attempted to sit up only for her to wave her free hand over his body and sort of lock him in place. He attempted to struggle for a bit only for her to turn her rather stern gaze upon him and open her mouth. "Mr. Fulton please be still, I am trying to get a proper reading on y
Chapter 7: One With The Herbs Botany Class, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... It hadn't taken Porter Fulton long to find the main building once more as he moved about the vast campus and toward the building lined from roof to yard by way of large winding vines both green and black in their collective appearance as they seemed to be wrapped around a massive greenhouse with numerous glass panels that made it quite easy for direct sunlight to enter the room and feed life into the hungry plants that dwelled within and outside of the classroom. Porter found the place to be better than he expected with all the greenery and sunlight to look forward to despite it being their classroom. He'd taken an active interest in plants when he'd been a kid wondering how something so small and frail could be so powerful in its own right if given the right amount of nurturing and room to grow. He would have been lying if he had said that he had not considered how alike he and p
Chapter 8: The Crimson Vanguard The Stonehaven Courtyard, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Lunch couldn't have come at a better time for a rather starved Porter Fulton as he did his best to ignore his stomach's constant loud rumbling while in Mr. Holland's Botany Class. He had thought he'd never get out of there in time as he recalled during the dull lecture about stems and leaves and proper appreciation for flora, that he had not eaten when he awoke to venture toward his first class that morning and spending some time in the infirmary made him forget that he hadn't eaten as well. It was only sitting through the long hour lecture that he was forced to pay attention to this astounding fact as he grew all the more hungry and wished to be free of that class as the seconds gave way to minutes. Once the bell rang, he'd been one of the firsts to be up and out the door thanking his lucky stars that he'd been able to hightail it, without the whole class be
Chapter 9: A Rather Interesting Lunch The Cafeteria, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... From the moment Porter Fulton entered the heavy double doors made of surprisingly durable steel, the almost oceanic dark blue eyes of non-other than his hulking werewolf roommate Conway Rollins had fallen upon him. Porter sighed as he recalled how Conway had looked when stripped naked and standing with his rather impressive cock sticking out before each step as he had moved about their living quarters and the way his heavier muscle-bound body seemed to twitch and thrust into his when he'd been pinned between it and the blue mats back in gym class. Porter tried his best to ignore the stirring in the front of his jeans as he attempted to shake off the vivid memories from before, but it appeared that he had not been the only one subjected to them as the flushed look that filed across Conway's handsome face had been a dead giveaway as to what he'd been thinking as Porter mad
Chapter 10: The Lure Of Attraction The Entrance Hall, Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... The end of classes for the evening had been a welcome thing to note as Porter Fulton made his way back to his living quarters. He'd had something of an eventful day, following gym class and his discovery about his school and himself not being as normal as he previously believed. He had not the slightest clue what a "Gamma Werewolf" had been, but he was glad it was something that didn't make him completely the odd man out when it came to his lodgings. He briefly recalled that Conway Rollins had been an enormous werewolf when he shifted a dazzling creature of massive muscles and lovely dark brown fur much like the locks that dangled from his shoulders when he'd been in his human form and those oceanic blue eyes of his only seemed to get all the more hypnotic once the beast had been out and about. Porter couldn't get over the familiar and intoxicating scent th
Chapter 11: Hot And Bothered Porter And Conway's Quarters, Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Still finding himself frozen before the door to Conway Rollins' bedroom, Porter Fulton, had breathed a sigh of relief once his average-sized pale cock had been pulled from the confines of his blue jeans. It had throbbed and pulsed in the wake of his newfound arousal as he glared in longing at the scene before him. The pungent scent of the Omega's heated sex and the sensation of tension from Conway's rut-activated mind had been a strange combination, to say the least. Normally Porter had considered himself to have been something of a level-headed and rather considerate young man, but coming to this place, finding out his true nature, and the freedom it had brought in terms of his new life, he had been less inclined to be logical when his wolf brain had begun to take full effect. Porter found, the longer he stood stroking his throbbing cock and gazing rather
Chapter 46: The Branches Of FateThe Woods, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Porter Fulton's whimpers continued to fill the deep woods as he found himself once more at the mercy of Conway Rollins and his massive Alpha wolf cock pummeling his hidden sex amid the looming trees that had been the only spectators when it came to their unceremonious union once the likes of Owen Clark had departed from them. Conway's deep and feral growls filled the open air as he continued to have his way with Porter not at all phased by the elements nor the younger confused lad's constant attempts to get as far away from him as possible. Conway's nostrils flared as he continued his frenzied pace, as Porter's moans became more frequent and difficult to decipher as the older brute continued to jolt his young body along the forest floor. Both werewolves found themselves covered in a thick sheen of sweat as their unseemly act commenced, Conway himself had been drenched in the wake of t
Chapter 45: Primal PursuitsThe Woods, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Whimpers and snarls abound had been resounding through the deep woods as Conway Rollins continued to pummel the slick secondary sex of the lesser werewolf Porter Fulton. Snarls erupted from both the brute and the lesser beast as their act commenced, Conway's larger frame flexed as he pinned Porter to the forest floor desperate and raging as he pumped his thick cock in and out of his chosen mate who had remained in denial about their true association. Unable to help himself, Porter whimpered as Conway continued to pound his sodden sex in a desperate attempt to lay claim to his hidden womb wanting only to fill it with his pups as soon as possible in the wake of finding him amid the endless see of other howlers who had not at all been compatible. Porter continued his whimpering as he realized that Conway had once again been inside him and was desperate to see his belly swell with pups once he'
Chapter 44: A Lesson In The Ways Of NatureThe Woods, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Porter Fulton had not been looking forward to the fact that he once more had class out in the woods with Mr. Fowler. The last time he'd been subjected to wolfish training, he had sprained an ankle amid a hike around The Knotting Tree and ended up with the strange ancient tree's spores getting to him that left him on the business end of Conway Rollins' thick cock for days on end. He had not been too keen on the fact that Owen Clark had been in class either knowing what he knew about them and how Conway held control over both their bodies when the rut had gotten the better of him. Upon his arrival, Porter took full notice of Conway, his muscle-ripped chest had been bare and his eyes were as wild as ever. It didn't take a master study in the ways of wolfish behaviors for the lad to know that his roommate had been given to the effects of the rut and would pounce at a moment's noti
Chapter 43: Companions At Best The Courtyard, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Porter had managed to put what happened between himself and Conway Rollins out of his mind for the time being but he had done so with great difficulty, the massive brute had been so good at twisting and pummeling his weary body that he had been almost sorry that he'd left him when he did. The rather confused lad attempted to make sense of why things had gotten so hectic when it came to his wolfish nature and Conway's designs upon him as a result of its late discovery. It had been to no avail as Embrey made her way toward him a glint behind her eyes as she approached with a wide smile filed across her lovely face. He could smell her magic a mile away as she approached him curious as to what had been keeping him from class for the past few days. "Long time no see Wolfie," she said greeting him warmly. Up close Porter had been reminded of her blue hair and the stench of magic that m
Chapter 42: More Untimely AwkwardnessPorter's Bedroom, Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... The rather weary blue eyes of Porter Fulton opened to find that he'd been in the familiar confines of his bedroom but he'd been still naked as he lay on his bed with one of his blue sheets draped over his bare waist covering his bare cock as he looked up at the ceiling. He felt a bit of residual soreness and then some as he slowly came to his senses attempting to assess what had taken place since the last time he'd been conscious. The intense burning sensation that filled his body and compelled him to seek out and submit to the Alpha brute Conway Rollins had been gone or subsided due to multiple encounters to sate it for the time being. Embarrassment had been the first thing that came to mind once Porter Fulton had gotten back to his senses as he recalled how easily he'd bent over for Conway's cock begging for it and whimpering as he took him in the kitchen
Chapter 41: The Worst Fears Of A Jealous HeartThe Kitchen, Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Unable to help himself, Porter Fulton found himself giving more and more to the will of his wolf as he submitted before the more powerful commands of the Alpha whose thick cock invaded the younger Gamma's hidden sex determined and desperate while pumping deeper and harder than ever before the primal desperation and mutual sensation the only thing on either of their collective beast blood filled minds as their bodies clashed amid the hardwood and kitchen furniture. Snarles and harsh breaths accompanied by whimpers filled the kitchen as Porter's front claws dug into the hardwood flooring below, as his pale arse raised high in the air eager for the rough hands to move along his bare flesh as the heat between them only seemed to intensify and Conway's larger muscle-bound body mounted him his abs flexed in the wake of his thrusts into Porter's hidden sloppy sex
Chapter 40: Reeling From Bliss The Kitchen, Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Porter hissed rather gingerly as he found himself still wrapped in Conway's rather strong embrace and with the massive cock still lodged inside him pulsing rather slowly as the fog of lust lifted and he was drenched in sweat and still very much naked with his own smaller cock resting against his inner thigh and chilled from the cool breeze that filled the kitchen. He moaned involuntarily getting Conway's attention as the brute began to nibble at the flesh of his neck once more inhaling his scent as his thick appendage continued to pulse inside the Gamma werewolf. Porter's messy brown hair had cascaded about his face, longer than he had liked it to be and slick from all the activity-driven sweat. He had felt little more than minor aches given the strenuous activity he'd been enduring and participating in with Conway Rollins under the directive of his rather brazen and u
Chapter 39: A Primal PulseThe Kitchen, Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Porter Fulton had taken the last bite of his eggs before his plate was completely clean and looked down at the table. He could feel the hulking brute Conway's rough hands move along his bare hips and grip him tight as he found himself being bounced up and down on the massive thick cock that had been inside his heated sex as he attempted to finish off his breakfast. The sensation of lust had filled his young naked body and even his own smaller pale cock throbbed with need and became aroused as Conway's lips and teeth grazed Porter's exposed soft flesh as he took in the scent of the younger lad's body. A low growl rumbled from deep within the larger Alpha werewolf's throat as Conway began to crave more friction from the smaller body that rode his cock. Porter whimpered at the sensation of being stretched so deeply as he gripped the table with his hands, not at all noticing how
Chapter 38: A Surprisingly Caring BruteConway's Bedroom, Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Once again Porter Fulton found himself awakening back inside his living quarters but he'd been shockingly lying in Conway Rollins' bed in place of his own, it had alarmed him at first to find that he'd been naked from head to toe, and decidedly sore from intense use between his slender pale thighs with something of a dull ache about his average sized cock, which had been flaccid and spent from what he understood to have been overuse. Lying on his back and taking in the rather luxurious but foreign sighting that had been his roommate's bedroom, Porter found himself questioning how his life had gotten so turned upside down.He had hoped to distinguish himself with academics only to find that he'd been born as a formerly dormant Gamma werewolf and even worse couldn't seem to control the beast's sexual urges when it came to the hulking Alpha brute he'd been for