Chapter 2: The Complexities Of Settling In
Porter's Room, Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A...
Nightfall had been upon them by the time Porter Fulton finally unpacked his last box and did away with any lingering articles of waste in terms of what was left over from his settling in. Being the neat freak that he'd always seemed to come in handy more often than not as he managed to clear away everything and unpack it neatly after establishing himself in his new room. The spacious apartment-like bungalow had been ideal for his new comfort zone even with the naked brute being across the front room and up to no good, but he could hardly blame him. If his body had not been so pathetically below average in terms of muscle mass and mediocre in the looks department he might have felt like a king of sorts among beautiful women as well.
Porter sighed as he plopped down onto his new bed, a single twin bed with a good deal of book casing and a few end tables that surrounded it, and stared up at the ceiling for a few moments. He couldn't get the image of his hulking brute of a roommate out of his mind as he sat in relative silence. His mind's eye once more traveled back to the brazen muscles and the thickness of the naked older boy's cock as he tried his best to ignore the visuals of it still being burned into his very brain.
He had never seen anyone like Conway Rollins before, especially not anyone naked and that strong in real life, a few magazines with naked women and a couple of smut vids had been his only experience with looking at another person's body that had been drastically different from his own and if he were honest, Conway looked as if he'd put the male blue movie stars to shame with his size and physique alone.
Porter sighed as he tried to ignore the rather uncomfortable bulge in the front of his trousers after envisioning the muscled older lad moving about their shared living space naked with his large thick cock jutting out before him. Before moving to this place, Porter had been curious about what it was like to be with the opposite sex, something he'd been trying to hide in terms of his throwing himself into his academic studies.
He had been nothing short of a loser back home and given to a good deal of conflicts due to his size and nature. He was only thirteen years old when he found out that he'd been born different in terms of not being as much of a boy as he was led to believe when he'd been a child. Puberty had been an absolute nightmare where his parents had taken him to the hospital due to lack of development and he was apparently misdiagnosed with Klinefelter Syndrome which required treatment of testosterone shots for a good deal of years before it was revealed to him that he'd actually been born intersex and developed female sex characteristics in addition to his already and now testosterone filled male ones.
For years his father, Clark Fulton, had dubbed him a "freak" due to him not developing into the kind of man's man he had envisioned him being when he'd been born. He had preferred cooking and being something of a bookworm as opposed to roughhousing and bruising quite easily due to his pale skin and as puberty advanced he became more aware of his less-than-masculine attributes. His older brother, Bobby Fulton, on the other hand, had been everything his father ever wanted in a son and thus he was largely ignored when his diagnosis had come out for Klinefelter Syndrome making him little more than a "whiny little girl" in his father's rather harsh dark brown eyes.
Being bullied at home had been made worse due to the fact that his mother, Andrea Fulton, always wanted a girl and got three boys, which included his baby brother, Stanley Fulton, well according to his father two and a half boys instead. She would try and implement him being more feminine when he had not been anything of the sort just lacking in the places his brothers had been more capable of being masculine. His mother only got worse in her attempts to make him into "the daughter she never had" when puberty came and he'd found himself succumbing to his second sexual characteristics more often than not.
The confusion of his development had led to Porter being attracted to both boys and girls growing up and he'd been unable to help it. He often referred to himself as bisexual just to try it out as it was easier than pretending he wasn't watching his blue movies for both the moaning blonds and the well-endowed studs whenever he'd been alone or with his older brother who often had them on the television whenever his parents had been out since he'd gone through puberty. His first blond bombshell had been due to his brother liking a particular actress and jerking it to her in the living room as a well-endowed stud pounded her depths on the big screen.
He'd been young when he first caught a glimpse of her moaning as she took the stud in over and over again. Porter had been unable to decide what he liked ever since and once puberty hit he'd found he enjoyed them both in his weary young mind, being the girl and the stud on occasion.
On this rather odd night so far away from the life he knew and the place he grew up in since birth, Porter Fulton found himself unable to sleep much as he noted the loud music coming from the bedroom of his hulking muscle brute roommate and recalled all too well the articles of clothes scattered about the front room.
He had guessed they were all having a good time despite his arrival as Conway had indicated as much before closing his bedroom door and ignoring his presence for the remainder of the night. Annoyed that he'd even been thinking about the older brute, Porter tried his best to get his mind on something else. He attempted to do a bit of reading but the noises from Conway's bedroom had been louder than the music after a while and curiosity had gotten the better of him.
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The Front Room, Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A...
Porter sighed as he closed his book and tossed it toward the other side of his bed watching it land safely despite his tossing and climbed out of bed. He slowly ventured toward his front door and stepped out into the front room only to hear the music and the noises stop as the door to Conway's bedroom opened and he stepped out at the same time as Porter slick from what Porter imagined to have been sweat just as the wafting scent of sex filled the front room and his thick cock, slick once more from his activities had come jutting out before him.
"Shit you girls have definitely worked up quite a thirst for me," said Conway with a smirk as he closed the bedroom door behind him and ventured toward the kitchen.
Porter tried his best to keep from staring at the glistening naked older lad and proceeded into the kitchen under the pretense of getting a glass of water for himself before making the decision to venture back into his own bedroom.
"Settlin' in alright tidbit?" asked Conway his blue eyes fixated upon the smaller average-sized lad known as Porter with an arched brow.
"Y-Yeah," replied Porter nervously still finding the older lad to be quite intimidating when looking at him up close. "I-I'm doing alright."
"Good to hear," replied Conway as he grabbed another silvery can of ice-cold beer from the fridge in addition to the two in his hand and tossed it to Porter who rather clumsily caught it surprising himself yet again with his coordination due to him almost knocking off his glasses in the process. "Catch you later?"
Porter nodded as Conway once more headed back to his bedroom with the two beers in tow.
He let out a sigh as he watched the naked older lad go feeling the twitching of his own cock as it throbbed from the sight of the one before him.
"Shit," he hissed not at all liking that his body had a way of betraying him. He wondered if Conway noticed his arousal and then seemed horrified by the thought of it as he took the beer back toward his bedroom and firmly closed the door.
{"Great job Port, now he probably believes you are into dudes and thinks you're some kind of a fag."} he thought to himself.
With a sigh, Porter Fulton plopped back down onto his bed and sat the can on the end table beside him. It had been a very long day for him thus far and already he was feeling worn out from all the excitement, stress, and terror from his first day in college.
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 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