Porter'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 night and someone was already up frying eggs and sausage as if it had been breakfast time already. He yawned as he moved through the room pushing past the heavy door focused on the various scents and the aroma of the food. His stomach growled as he continued to make his way out of the door, an embarrassing factor that he'd been none too keen on as he ventured toward the front room intent on finding the source for the delicious smell of food and the scent that filled his flaring nostrils.
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The Kitchen, Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A...
He'd been quite surprised to find Owen Clark standing in the kitchen with a black satin bathrobe draped around his petite frame as he moved about frying his favorite meal and making three plates as he made himself at home in the kitchen. He had something of a sashay walk to him as he moved his thin hips and surprisingly shapely arse when he strutted about the kitchen. Porter rubbed his eyes trying to see if he was still affected by his recent slumber only to find that Owen Clark, the rather skillful Omega that had sucked him off while taking Conway's massive cock in his inner depths had been standing in their kitchen.
"Don't be a stranger sugar," said Owen not taking his eyes off the stove but he could smell Porter coming a mile away and his keen ears had not been too shabby either. "Come and join me...I've made enough for all three of us and I'd hate to have to eat alone, Con turns into a big grumpy bear when someone wakes him up before he's completed his after-sex nap."
Feeling more than a bit awkward now that he'd finally understood that what happened between them all had not been a strange fever dream, Porter slowly moved toward the nearest seat at the rather elegant glass rectangular table and watched as a half-naked Owen, who had been about the same size as he was, up close moved to place his food before him and ventured for his own plate while placing Conway's into the nearby microwave for safe keeping.
When he'd been up and about, Owen seemed to be the cheerful type and oddly enough he had been just fine with his lot in life considering where it had gotten him once he escaped for the better.
"So..." said Owen casually taking his seat and pulling his own plate in front of him once he'd sat down completely, he'd been seemingly curious about the newest arrival to Timber Creek. "How are things?"
"As well as can be expected," replied Porter trying to find his voice despite the awkwardness between them being at an all-time high.
It was strange sitting across the table from the blond who had been sucking his cock and they had not even been formally or casually acquainted for that matter.
"First time huh?" asked Owen with his emerald green eyes sparkling behind his thin-framed glasses as he pushed them back up the bridge of his nose with one finger as he looked over at Porter, who had been without his own glasses for the time being.
Porter had been caught off guard when he was asked this question recalling the blond's mouth being wrapped around his cock and nearly dropped his fork as he shoved it into the steaming pile of eggs that lined his plate.
"I..." he stammered rather nervously.
Owen simply smiled.
"Oh you don't have to play coy with me, Honey," said Owen casually. "We've all been there, some of us had more fun than others their first time, I remember my first day here as well....didn't know anyone or anything about the place...was quite the shock to see so many kindred spirits roaming about the grounds."
Porter arched a brow at his words believing that he'd been asking whether or not he'd had sex, let alone oral sex with anyone before. Of course, Owen had known he'd been green in that department as well, he'd seen his fair share of the whelps taken by their wolfish brains and unable to control themselves when faced with the scent of an Omega's heat or given to the same heat themselves as Omegas.
"You poor thing," said Owen with a smile as he began to eat his eggs with his fork and then turned his attention to lifting up his sausage with his index and thumb before slowly stuffing part of it into his waiting mouth.
Porter felt a bit hot under the collar as he looked down at his plate.
Owen smiled at him a bit before he turned his attention to actually eating his food as their forks clanked against the glass dishware in the slightly companionable silence that had fallen between them.
As they ate their food, a question had been in the back of Porter's mind that had been burning to the point of forcing his hand to know the answer.
"How did you two meet?" he asked finally breaking the silence as they continued their dining. "You and Conway I mean, you said you had no friends when you first got here, I was just wondering..."
Owen put down his fork and wiped his mouth with his napkin before taking a deep breath as if preparing himself for something before meeting Porter's eyes full-on.
"My life wasn't very fun before I managed to come to this place," admitted Owen sadly. "Being born an Omega had not been ideal for me and as a result I was either cast away or abused because of it, when I got here, entirely by accident I had the misfortune of experiencing a spontaneous round of heat due to my previous, my former "father" using a highly illegal substance on me since I had come of age to induce my heat stages before time and force me into sexual servitude."
Porter had been shocked to hear this and deeply concerned given what he witnessed and participated in.
"Wow...I...I'm so sorry I should never have...," he said as a look of shame began to file across his face.
Owen held up a hand.
"What we did is not a part of what happened to me beforehand, and I rather enjoyed it, every bit of it," he said clearing the air once and for all. "Furthermore, I had come to the conclusion a long time ago that I enjoy great sex and I enjoy it quite a bit, the past notwithstanding, When I had the unfortunate mishap of going into spontaneous heat, I ended up running into a rut driven wrestling hulk of pure muscle and angst, he touched me like no other had before him and his cock was thick and long like I prefer and I practically begged him to fuck me right there in the courtyard upon our first meeting and his body touched mine when I rather unceremoniously ran into him."
Porter arched a brow at this getting a visual of a lust-crazed younger Conway in the process.
"We've been casual "fuckbuddies" ever since, I see it as my personal duty to keep him from being all pent up, and some of the ladies are not equipped to handle his skyrocketing libido so I step in from time to time and keep him on an even keel." continued Owen. "That is not to say that I don't get my rocks off as well, what you saw was just a warm-up, Our Conway has a straightforward way of adhering to his baser nature as you will no doubt come to know, being his roommate and all."
Porter noted the flicker of something akin to jealousy behind Owen's green eyes as he turned his attention to the cup of coffee he had before him and casually sipped from it. He had not known why he suspected Owen had been jealous of him but chose to merely eat his food just as the heavy door to Conway's bedroom opened and he stepped out still groggy from slumber and in search of something or someone by the way his nostrils flared as he sniffed the air.
The half-naked blond casually got up from his seat as Conway moved toward him, his massive body still glistening from sweat and his eyes fixated on Owen's well-shaped arse as he moved to squeeze it with his large bare hands causing the blond to squeal as he pulled him close by the waist.
Owen's back was pressed against the naked and apparently groggy, Conway's massive muscled chest as they stood in the kitchen with the hulking brute sniffing and licking at the flesh of Owen's exposed pale neck while holding him closer as he turned his attention to teasing the heated slick orifice of the now moaning Omega with the thick head of his massive bare cock, still glistening from their previous efforts and as solid as steel from the implication of his arousal.
Porter once more found himself entranced by the scene before him, as he sat virtually glued to the seat he had been occupying. Owen moaned as he leaned against the table palms down with his head tilted back, his long neck exposed as Conway's lips grazed his already bruised and discolored heavily bite-marked flesh.
A hiss escaped Conway as he slowly slid himself inside the confines of the glorious heat and slickness once more laying claim to the molten womb of the Omega who had gripped the table harder the moment he'd been stretched wide and impaled by way of the hulking brute's massive appendage.
Porter noted the eerie glow of Owen's eyes as they shifted from the familiar emerald green into a glossy grey coloration upon the moment he'd been impaled. His heat had returned full force and he seemed to no longer care about having an audience. Conway's glowing yellow-golden eyes had been fixated upon Porter himself as his nostrils flared and he took in the scent of the aroused new arrival he began to thrust into the heat-stricken Omega at a frenzied pace as if showing off his prowess to Porter who had only just stared at the two of them.
He felt his arousal again, like the ignition of a wildfire blazing inside him as the heat began to envelop his body once more. Being a werewolf had been an altogether strange experience as his body became once more a tool for his wolf brain and he felt himself take a back seat to the creature within. In the brief moments of his clarity prior to the fog of lust overtaking him, Porter had come to the conclusion that Omegas had the ability to send anyone into a sexual frenzy during their heat but not more so than an Alpha.
While he had not known much about Gamma Wolves such as himself, he had been equally attracted to both Conway's brutal prowess and the sickeningly sweet scent of Owen's arousal. What he'd been completely unaware of was the fact that Owen had been quite jealous of him and the way Conway looked at him.
The green-eyed Omega had noted the rather tender aspect of Conway's nature whenever he'd been around the new arrival, The display in gym class when Conway had nearly lost control and took him right then, his having carried the ailing and terrified Porter to the infirmary when he found him collapsed in front of the gym. He'd even exhibited the same amount of care and concern with Porter after he'd passed out following his first oral sex encounter.
The indignation of Owen when Conway stopped pounding his sopping sex and rushed over to the unconscious Porter, scooping him up into his rather strong arms as if he'd been a bride being carried by her groom had been particularly upsetting for Owen. He'd been spreading his legs for Conway Rollins ever since their initial encounter during Owen's first day of school some years back and not once had Conway ever been as tender with him as he had with this new arrival.
The scent of The Gamma and the fact that he'd been the one living with Conway when he'd spent most of his school term alone had been another indication of indignation on the part of Owen Clark, who had been madly in love with his hulking sexual brute ever since the first moment his cock impaled him in the courtyard.
Initially, Owen had come to size up his competition, but his heat had activated and before long he'd stripped and twirled his needy arse along Conway's massive bulge igniting his need to rut and then some. Porter had come in getting Conway's attention despite him pounding Owen's sex with vigor and the Omega began to sense his worst fears coming to life before his very eyes, he'd been losing his most favored lover, and he'd been losing him to a Gamma.
Even as he gripped the table and Conway's massive cock stretched his insides while he pounded him in a frenzy, Owen could see he'd been thinking about Porter and how badly he wished to bend him over the table and feel him wrapped around his cock. Despite taking offense, Owen still enjoyed the pounding he'd received his addiction to sex and to Conway's cock notwithstanding.
The new were Porter had been none the wiser as Owen moaned amid the loud grunts and the slapping of flesh against flesh as Conway's glowing eyes became fixed upon him further contributing to his quick release as his cock seemed to double in size despite being larger than either one of theirs. Owen knew the knot that had filled him all too well, welcoming it despite knowing that he had been so badly damaged from his time as a sex slave that he'd never again know what it was like to be impregnated or give birth.
He'd had his fair share of pups some time ago and each had been snatched away from him following their weening. Being young and powerless to protect his pups had a tremendously negative effect on Owen's psyche and he often withdrew from others into his own little world when not around those who had gained his trust.
He'd fallen for Conway just the same, always secretly wishing he'd been his mate and that he'd knot him with pups when the time came. Of course, it was never to be, as Conway had not been his fated mate and he would never again be able to breed pups even if he had the desire to do so. A grunt from Conway signaled his end, a swift and exquisite thing if Owen had said so himself as rope after rope of his thick hot seed filled the barren womb of the Omega still given to heat despite the damage of forced pregnancy and the injections that ruined his womb long before Conway was able to seed it.
The gruff young man grunted and pulled his cock from the heated orifice of the now panting Owen who had taken it upon himself to slick back his blond hair and turned his attention back toward his plate of food, still dripping from Conway's release as his green eyes once more met those of Porter Fulton's, who seemed to have recovered from his trance and stared down at his plate with bright red cheeks.
Owen could tell he enjoyed the show, the scent of the Gamma wolf's involuntary release filled the air and coated the floor beneath the table as a result of it. Conway had stomped off toward the fridge fishing for a can of ice-cold beer and his plate of food before making his way back to his bedroom to eat and drink in peace.
It was a decidedly awkward situation, to say the least, but somehow, everyone managed to finish off their respective plates and get through it.