MOONLIGHT MAKES HIM CRANKY

Chapter 1: A Hopeful Future In Strange Surroundings Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Trembling pale hands held the barely visible and sweat-soaked white paper formerly crumbled and filled with a good degree of wrinkles after having been stored away in the back pocket of tight-fitting blue jeans as a young pale-looking lad sixteen years of age with unkempt dirty blond locks and inquisitive blue eyes amplified in size behind shining eyeglasses seemed to be out of sorts upon arrival to the massive school that loomed before him. He had not been much to look at being of average height and lacking any sort of physical advantage in terms of looks. He was reduced to simply being a "typical nerd" from middle school and up through high school. He'd found himself shoved into quite a few lockers and trash cans over the long four-year route to get to this point. The point in his life when his decision to attend a four-year college due to the excellent tuition program an

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.

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 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 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