Conway's Bedroom, Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A...
Porter Fulton awoke to find that he'd once more been naked and in the rather unfamiliar bedroom that had belonged to none other than his muscled bound werewolf brute of a roommate by the name of Conway Rollins. A node of panic filled him as he realized that Conway had been just as naked as he'd been and the awkward sensation of the slumbering brute's massive cock had been just shy of being lodged inside Porter's sodden folds from behind as he attempted to slowly ease his way out of the slumbering older brute's powerful muscled arms. The slight shift seemed to have gotten Conway's attention and he forcefully pulled Porter back toward him causing the unwanted contact of the nervous lesser wolf's heated sex and the brute's thick cock as it began to expand and pulse against Porter's naked body.
"Shit...." he hissed more so to himself than anyone as he attempted to ignore the reignition of lustful heat that his wolfish instincts had set off due to being in such proximity to an Alpha when he'd been in heat.
Porter attempted to slowly ease his body away from Conway's only for the brute to pull him back against him, the lesser wolf's pale ass smashing into the brute's pelvis causing Conway's hips to buck forward and his thick cock to venture closer to the nervous lesser wolf's dripping sex.
Conway groaned as his thick cock rapidly expanded and throbbed in the wake of being in close contact with Porter's sodden depths, as the warmth from their previous exploits had gotten the better of the slumbering brute and he thrust forward driving his thick cockhead back inside the lesser werewolf causing him to howl against his will at the sensation of being impaled.
The brute simply growled as he forced more of his thick cock's length into the tight confines of Porter's already sodden depths forgoing any pretense of slumber as he began to pump in earnest slapping his pelvis against the lesser wolf's pale arse as the echo of skin striking skin filled the bedroom.
Porter attempted to crawl away only for Conway to grip him tighter as he slammed into him unceremoniously bouncing the lesser wolf's naked thin form along the messy bedding. The heavy scent of the rut-induced Alpha had filled the room and Porter's nostrils flared and his eyes shifted into the all too familiar yellow-golden hue that had indicated his wolfish lust as much as it had Conway who continued to pummel the lesser wolf's sloppy sex from behind.
The naked brute's nostrils flared, as his pace increased and Conway's eyes opened as he found himself giving in to the primal urge of the rut and the exquisite sensation of the lesser werewolf's tight hidden sex. The struggling younger werewolf had been powerless to the will of the moon despite his best efforts to deny what had truly been inevitable.
"OH....FUCK.....FUCK...FUCK...OH!" moaned Porter as Conway growled behind him forcefully taking control as the rutting beast in him continued to indulge his chosen mate.
He had no qualms about his need for the younger gamma wolf, the moment he'd gotten a whiff of his scent he'd been hooked and found himself wanting to spend as much time with him as possible despite the younger lad's reluctance since finding out that he'd too been a werewolf.
Porter's low whimpers filled the bedroom as their act continued and he found himself being jolted along Conway's mattress from behind, powerless to move with the brute's large muscular arms holding his hips and throat as he continued to pump into the younger lad's tight sex from the awkward angle as they lad in his bed.
Conway growled as his pace increased rocking the bed as the headboard beat rather comically against the wall which had been surprisingly thick. Porter had opted to let Conway have his fill before making his escape seeing as he'd been powerless to make a move with how easily the brute had held him in place pummeling his sodden hidden sex with reckless abandon as if he'd owned it.
The fog of lust and the call of the rut had taken Conway's rational mind, that much had been clear to Porter but he'd been quite terrified of what the brute could and would do to him if he had not allowed him to indulge his base nature.
It had not been like Conway had not stalked the grounds and sought him out before, their classes had not even given the Alpha brute pause when he'd elected to shove his massive pulsing cock inside him. Try as he might, Porter had been unable to find a reason why he had not liked it, the thick pulsing thing had only given him pleasure, pleasure beyond his wildest dreams and fantasies from the moment Conway had taken him rather brutally in the deepest part of the woods.
He had tried to tell himself that he had no right to it, that his body had been wrong to crave the indulgences almost as much as Conway had but he had known it was of no use.
Conway had been handsome, strong, and seemingly as into Porter as Porter pretended not to be into him.
The lesser werewolf continued to snarl and howl as the brute pummeled his sodden sex having little to no care who had taken issue with their spirited morning union. Porter closed his eyes trying not to think of Conway's tight muscled abs and massive arms as he pumped into him, the visions of the naked brute's long and thick cock had made Porter coat him in slick as he moaned in the wake of feeling the brute delve all the deeper inside him.
He wanted whatever Conway had wanted, his young body hot and filled with unyielding lust as the need for the brute's thick appendage had gotten the better of him.