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 strong, stronger than anyone Porter had ever known as his rough hands moved inadvertently along the younger lad's hips and waist, the onset of the overstimulation making Porter's average-sized cock swell in the confines of his basketball shorts much too his embarrassment, as he struggled against the more enormous brute's hold.
It was fortunate for Porter that most of the gym rats had cleared off, the coach included as he found himself alone with his current roommate who had been more than a bit reluctant to let him out of his grasp. Porter seemed quite unnerved by the way his roommate Conway easily pinned him down against the mat. Porter Fulton had not been very big in his own right, but he wasn't so small that he'd be easily lifted off the ground and slammed by normal standards. He'd been something of a scrapper given his upbringing and held his own more often than not but when it came to Conway, a hulking brute who happened to be a werewolf he'd been no match for him.
Conway growled as he pressed his massive chest against Porter's his nostrils flaring as he sniffed him taking in the sweaty younger lad's scent and seemingly finding himself overwhelmed by it. Porter's eyes widened and he groaned feeling the larger handsome young man's body crush into his, the unmistakable sensation of a rather hard bulge against his belly as Conway continued to pin him.
Porter couldn't help but whimper at the sensation as his breath hitched and he found himself slowly jolted along the mat as Conway's body pressed heavily against him. The close encounter had not been ideal for Porter as he felt himself becoming aroused in the wake of the sudden friction against his own rapidly noticeable bulge but he'd been much smaller compared to the brute that towered above him.
Conway's eyes shifted as Porter looked up at him fearful and confused as to why his roommate had been so brazen with pinning him noting he'd been born of beast blood and it seemed to confuse even Conway as he found himself near on dry humping Porter's crumpled body against the mat. The scent of sweat and something else, something thick and heavily intoxicating had made Porter feel more than a bit light-headed for a few moments before Conway grunted and pressed his nose into the exposed flesh of the younger confused lad's neck.
Porter whimpered unable to help himself as Conway's teeth nibbled at the side of his neck breaking the sweat-slick flesh and he grunted pumping his body into the lesser lad's several times before pulling back and getting a hold of himself. He took a breath, his long locks slick with sweat and dangling at his cheeks as he stared down into a rather confused and frightened Porter's eyes.
"S-Sorry...I guess I lost control," he said in a sheepish tone before pulling back rather slowly and getting to his knees as he looked down at Porter, his eyes shifting back to their natural blue. "Beast blood am I right?"
Porter simply nodded absently as Conway reached down and helped him up as if he had not been biting his neck and dry-humping his body following his victory in pinning him with ease onto the blue mat. Conway sighed as he slicked back his wet locks and looked around having at last come to his senses.
"How fucking long was I out of it?" he asked confused and then embarrassed about the whole ordeal. "Sorry about all that Port, I was gone there for a minute, beast blood seemed to be getting the better of me since that shifting session in class."
"N-No problem," said Porter absently as the reality of him having his living arrangements be with werewolves set in.
He'd been bunking with a werewolf!
A real live werewolf!"
Conway treated him to a smirk and headed back toward the showers.
"See you at home," he said before leaving Porter in a confused state.
Porter Fulton rushed out of the gym the moment Conway had gone into the showers, his heart beating about a mile per minute as he tried his best to come to terms with the reality of his situation. He'd been given a free scholarship to come to a school full of freaks. Conway his roommate had been a werewolf as had most of those that inhabited Bungalow 13 and then there was the girl from before with the blue hair.
{"Was she a fairy or a witch?"} asked Porter to himself as he attempted to make sense of all that had transpired since he left his hometown and traveled all the way to this strange school in the middle of nowhere. {"Bloodsuckers, didn't the coach mention bloodsuckers being here...That wasn't a euphemism it was a fact....there were vampires here too, real live bloodsuckers!"}
The hair on the back of Porter Fulton's neck stood up and he found himself given to rapid breaths and weak legs. He felt the world get smaller and the place spin around him as his mind continued to remind him of what he'd truly gotten himself into, he was in a school littered with supernatural beings, a whole school full of freaks and he seemed to be the only man out.
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 12: Casual AcquaintancesPorter's Bedroom, Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... The smell of frying eggs and sausage had been the first thing Porter Fulton noticed when he awoke to find himself in his own bed. He had been groggy from the strangest dream about his body being controlled by someone else and forcing him to spectate as a lovely blond-haired green-eyed student with a pixie cut sucked him off while being taken like a dog by his hulking brute of a roommate. He groaned at the sensation of need as his half-flaccid cock pulsed in the wake of his arousal. He shook off the lingering sleep and turned his attention to sitting up feeling soreness in every part of his body aside from his cock. He had no idea what he'd gotten up to, after running about all day attending and trying to attend classes, but it hurt like hell once it was all said and done.Slowly, Porter managed to climb out of bed, noting that it had only been eight o'clock at ni
Chapter 13: Damaging Insights Conway's Bedroom, Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Oceanic blue eyes stared into the darkness of the rather impressive master bedroom of the apartment-like living quarters of Conway Rollins who had barely gotten a moment to come to his senses after the fog of lust had lifted from his wolfish brain before the door to his bedroom opened and Owen Clark strolled in. The thin pale blond had casually sashayed into his view and dropped his black satin robe revealing his pale bare naked body and smaller flaccid pale cock as he stood in the semi-darkness. The day had been winding down with the onset of nightfall as far as Conway could tell he had often dreaded when night fell as it made him uneasy. As the hulking brute sat at the edge of his massive red sheet-covered bed, Owen approached him rather slowly, his slender hips swaying from side to side, and his shapely pale arse had become more visible and prominent as he mo