Conway's Bedroom, Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A...
The first thing that Porter Fulton found himself noting had been the awkward sensation of Conway Rollins' larger body pressing down on his own as the older man's massive cock began to deflate inside him, he'd still been plenty big inside him and the thick stickiness of his multiple releases had made it all the more uncomfortable for the younger lad to lie there beneath him covered in sweat and his hidden sex swollen from the overuse. He ached all over as Conway stretched him to his limits popping his cherry so to speak amid the spore-induced rut that had overtaken him in the woods. It had occurred to Porter that the rumors about the infamous Knotting Tree had indeed been true as he felt Conway's massive cock finally slip from him and the naked hulking brute rolled off his body and onto his preferred side of the bed, even in slumber, Conway was a massive force to be reckoned with.
A low hiss barely escaped Porter's lips as he found himself wincing from the stinging sensation left by the massive cock that exited his body and the splatter of the thick white seed that filled him. Porter sighed as he lay with his back against Conway's red sheets unsure how he'd been able to withstand the encounter given how much his sex hurt from the intense pounding Conway had given him. His legs felt heavier than he'd ever known them to be and his cock had been plenty spent resting against his pale inner thigh, flaccid by all accounts and quite sore from overuse as well.
The bedroom reeked of sex, much as it always had but now Porter found that his flaring nostrils had picked up his scent being mixed in with the scent of Conway's previous sexual partners. The rather confused young lad had tried to make sense of how he'd gotten to this place, and into Conway's bed, the large brute had seemed to not have a care in the world as he shifted some in bed beside him, his nostrils flaring as he rolled onto his side and pulled Porter's small frame against his body and began lazily kissing his neck and sniffing his hair from behind.
Porter had not known what to do, too afraid of setting Conway off or awakening him as his large rough hands gripped his thin pale waist and pulled his naked and equally pale ass toward his pelvis and the massive cock that had seemingly come back to life upon close contact with Porter's bare nether cheeks. A low groan escaped Conway's lips as he sniffed Porter's hair once more relishing his sweet scent as he slowly gripped his newly restored cock, thick and pulsing, and fitted the rather large head against the already sodden folds of Porter's hidden sex.
Porter hissed as he felt Conway push his way inside him, desperate to return to the tight warmth that enveloped him before he'd slipped out and the low groan that escaped the brute's mouth as it vibrated against the bare flesh of Porter's neck upon the instant he fully impaled him. Porter felt his teeth clench and his swollen sex stung all the more as Conway gripped him tighter pulling him closer as he began to slowly pump his hips inside him.
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Conway's Bedroom, Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A...
A low groan escaped the lips of a slowly rousing Conway Rollins as he found himself rather comfortable in the wake of something soft and warm enveloping his wayward cock despite his inability to recall just what it had been. He let out a grunt as his hips began to move shoving his now rapidly aroused appendage deep into the tight warmth he'd been slowly awakening to. Conway expected to see Owen's pale thin frame beneath him but had been stunned to see that it was Porter Fulton himself appearing to have been asleep with his back pressed against the older brute's chest as Conway slowly jolted the younger lad's thin naked frame along the crumpled red sheets that lined his bed, making the lesser wolf whimper in the wake of their renewed act as the excited brute began to let his excitement get the better of him.
Seemingly driven by the sheer luck of having his most desired conquest in his bed, Conway Rollins saw no reason to ruin his good time by alerting Porter with a rude awakening and having to explain why he couldn't exactly bring himself to pull his rather thick and decidedly swollen cock out of the tight warmth he'd become accustomed to was even less of a thing he had to look forward to. Instead, he simply moved inside the still-slumbering younger lad gently kissing his neck and taking in his delectable scent as he slowly pumped his hips back and forth against the lad's pale ass.
The experience had been mind-boggling as Conway did his best to keep his grunts to a low tone as his body moved as if of its own accord. He felt the pulsing of his cock deep inside the new arrival and knew right then he wouldn't stop for all the money or coercion in the world.
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Conway's Bedroom, Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A...
Porter couldn't help but whimper as he felt Conway's thick cock pumping away at his already swollen insides and the tight grip the brute had on his hips as he pulled him further onto his cock as they lay there in his bed jolting along the mattress and amid wrinkled sheets. He could hear Conway's words growing all the more possessive and feral in his ear as the brute took him without regard for how he had felt about it, laying claim to his swollen sex once more driven to fill him with his potent seed.
"You are mine," growled Conway as if he'd been possessed in Porter's ear. "My pussy, my mate."
Porter tried his best to appear asleep as Conway's cock continued to pummel his hidden sex with alarming speed. He'd been unable to fathom how he got here, assuming that he'd entered Conway's bedroom while the brute had been sleeping and that he possibly believed him to have been Owen in the middle of the night.
Biting back a whimper as Conway's thrusts got more intense, Porter did his best to endure the stinging pain of having his hidden sex pummeled so deeply despite having never been used to any stimulation from there at all. He felt the stretching of his inner depths by Conway's massive cock and groaned as the brute's cockhead battered his clenching walls. Had this been any other man in any other time he might have enjoyed waking up to find himself stuffed so full but the guilt of having been with Owen's lover tore away any sense of satisfaction his body attempted to deliver to his weary mind.
Porter closed his eyes tight as he felt Conway's hot breath on the bare flesh of his neck and the intensity of his thrusts increase. He knew from the way the older brute groaned in his ear and gripped his waist tightly that he'd been almost at his end, the pulsing of his cock a clear indication as he groaned aloud and before long the younger werewolf felt the rush of the brute's untimely release filling him just as before with thick hot seed as his cock continued to pump in and out of him.
The whole thing had been a bazar ordeal for Porter, who had never had sex with a girl before let alone a man or werewolf. Owen had been the first to suck him off when they'd met and now here was Conway pounding his slick sex like a madman unleashed and he could only think of how wrong it was. Tears began to stream down Porter's cheeks as he felt Conway's larger sweat-slick body against him.
A man given to a rut due to his rather tragic upbringing and slave to it because of the drugs that forced his participation in many unseemly acts due to the demands of his former captor. Porter moaned as he felt Conway's fangs dig into his soft flesh near his shoulder as he continued to pump his hips and thrust inside the Gamma's small frame.
Porter whimpered as he felt their act come to an end and Conway roll off him after reluctantly pulling out of him a second time that morning. Slowly the younger man found himself crawling away from the larger brute and slipping out from beneath the sheets as he gingerly moved toward the heavy bedroom door where he slipped out and made his way toward the bathroom.
The stinging sensation of his overused sex and the oozing of Conway's most recent release down his inner thighs had been a jarring reminder of what had occurred between them. The last thing Porter recalled was being in class and it coming to an end. He had been weary of Conway given his rut phase but he'd been managing just fine until he stepped out of class on his way toward the bungalow only to end up in the woods at the Knotting Tree and compelled to spread his legs for Conway who seemed to have been just as compelled to take him right then and there.
How they managed to get back to the bungalow had been a mystery to Porter as he awoke in Conway's bed with the massive brute's thick cock shoved inside him shortly before they passed out only to awaken to it all over again. This had not been what Porter intended when he returned to the bungalow and looked to have been even less of what Conway intended, assuming he'd even known it was him and not Owen in his bed.
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The Bathroom, Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A...
Porter Fulton had been more than relieved to have finally reached the bathroom and closed the door behind him locking it just as he sunk to the cold hard floor amid the tile and tried his best to make sense of what had happened between his leaving class and ending up in Conway's bed. The stinging sensation of his overused sex had been getting the better of him as he winced, and he turned his attention toward the still oozing thickness that was running down his inner thighs.
It had occurred to him that Conway had finished inside him multiple times and that there was a possibility that he wasn't exactly sterile given the volume and thickness of it.
"Fuck..." hissed Porter as he tried to calm himself.
The images of Conway Porter having his way with his young body made it all the more difficult to keep calm as he sat in relative silence and willed himself to get on with the remainder of his day.