Chapter 93: A Sorrowful Howler The Woods, Fallon Creek, Michigan... Midnight arrived and Casey Allen Peterson found himself climbing out of bed, his eyes were glowing white and he seemed poised in the wake of something that he couldn't put a finger on even with his conscious mind active in the heat of the moment. A low growl rumbled from the back of his throat as he found himself moving toward his bedroom window and jumping out of it and down to the yard in one fast swoop. He'd been half naked, running about amid the strange fog and the darkness on bare feet with his claws out and his fangs extended. He'd been having a good deal of vile dreams and visions ever since he'd been training to tap into his inner wolf. The call of the moon, sweet Luna, and her song a low hum in his ears as he moved about in her soft white glow. His beastly heart had been glad of her presence she'd been like a comforting old lover in a sense and he felt he'd die to protect her. A scent unknown had caug
Chapter 94: The Burden Of Knowledge The Peterson Residence, Fallon Creek, Michigan... Both Casey and Rick managed to reach his house without causing any incidents despite Rick still being covered in deer blood and dirt from his odd occurrence in the woods. He seemed to be quite tired all things considered and the emotional drain was a strange thing to note in him as he silently followed Casey past the hard oak wood front door and into the living room. The faded red station wagon had still been in the driveway indicating that Helen Peterson was home and still very likely asleep. Casey led a still silent and visibly grief-stricken Rick up the stairs and toward the bathroom where he proceeded to start the water for a shower and the older lad climbed in.The hot steamy water quickly filled the spacious and neat bathroom as Casey stood watching Rick stand beneath the rushing shower head his mind still reeling from the incident in the woods and from seeing what had truly happened to Th
Chapter 95: Steam Heat And Cold Tile The Bathroom, The Peterson Residence, Fallon Creek, Michigan... A series of soft moans filled the bathroom as well as a good deal of steam as Casey Allen Peterson found himself pressed between the slick cold tile that lined the shower wall and his handsome brooding lover as their naked bodies collided amid the rushing sounds of the shower while the warm water cascaded down their collective bodies. The sloshing of the water in junction with the slapping of slick flesh against slick flesh had also echoed in the bathroom as Rick held Casey's smaller but well-defined young pale body up by way of his immense strength with little to no effort as he repeatedly drilled his massive cock inside the younger lad's sodden hidden sex relishing the sweet friction that had been their union as he had ever since their first encounter in the middle of the woods. Deep and rapid breaths had been between them as neither had been willing to give an inch in the wak
Chapter 96: Twilight Bliss Casey's Bedroom, The Peterson Residence, Fallon Creek, Michigan... Still dripping wet from their shared shower, a naked Rick Channon carried an equally naked Casey Allen Peterson into his bedroom and kicked the door closed behind them. Their slick bodies seemed to glisten in the light of the moon as Rick carried Casey toward the messy bed, as the younger lad clung to him moaning in the wake of their heated shared kisses. The younger lad whimpered some as Rick's low growl rumbled just as they reached the soft mattress and pounced onto the bed knees first with Casey's smaller body wrapped around him. Rough strong hands gripped the firm pale cheeks of Casey's exposed arse as Rick maneuvered them onto the mattress and hovered only inches from impaling his massive cockhead into the tight warmth he'd been accustomed to ever since the first time in the woods. A low groan fell from Rick's lips as Casey gasped taking him in as he clung to his brooding older lo
Chapter 97: Afterthoughts Afterglow Casey's Bedroom, The Peterson Residence, Fallon Creek, Michigan... The blue eyes of Casey Peterson opened to find that dawn had been just on the horizon and that his lover Rick Channon had been sitting on the edge of his bed, dressed in a pair of blue basketball shorts and staring out into the vastness of the semi-darkened bedroom. Casey sighed as he crawled across the bed to get to Rick wondering what had been on the ever-brooding teen's mind as he stared out into the darkness as silent as the stars that could still be seen high above them in the sky when either of them looked out the window, but only for a short while. Rick didn't make a move as he continued to stare for several minutes despite Casey resting his head against his shoulder from behind. The older lad took a deep breath for a moment and then opened his mouth to speak. What he said had not been quite what Casey had been expecting given his aversion to affection outside of sexual
Chapter 98: As True As A Lover's Bite Casey's Bedroom, The Peterson Residence, Fallon Creek, Michigan... Blue eyes opened to the all too familiar surroundings of Casey Peterson's bedroom as he found his way to rousing in the wake of what he'd thought to have been a brief slumber. The groggy lad seemed to be quite comfortable amid the messy sheets and tossed about pillows for a time as one such sheet had been draped over his waist with his pale arse covered and his legs bare beneath it. He took a few moments to really assess his situation and then he yawned and looked around the room to find that he'd been alone, much to his initial disappointment until he noticed that the pair of basketball shorts that Rick wore the night before had still been on the floor. Casey tossed off the sheet that had been covering his lower body and climbed out of bed revealing his completely naked pale form but the lean muscle from his workouts and beast blood had been more than a little appealing. As p
Chapter 99: With Brutal Passions Enflamed The Kitchen, The Peterson Residence, Fallon Creek, Michigan... Flesh slapping against flesh amid various grunts and moans filled the rather spacious kitchen of The Peterson home, as the impressive and well-muscled teenage brute known as Alarick Michael Channon towered above the whimpering Casey Allen Peterson plunging his massive appendage in and out of the younger lad's hidden sex and hissing in his ear in the wake of each wave of pleasure and sensation as they lost themselves in the pitfalls of their mutual lust while their bodies clashed eager to outdo one another and bring on the crescendo of mutual satisfaction that desperately teased them both cultivating their act into a sexual frenzy. Casey hissed as Rick's massive cock plunged into him in and out as his pale arse rose and fell between the younger lad's pasty thighs their pelvis' crushing amid pubic hair and hardness as Casey's wayward cock flopped between his belly and Rick's w
Chapter 100: Avid Tension In The Wind The Kitchen, The Peterson Residence, Fallon Creek, Michigan... Rick let out a guttural grunt one last time as the last of his virile seed filled the already thoroughly sodden depths of Casey Peterson's hidden sex just as he thrust once more before withdrawing and rolling onto the floor panting for a time before sitting up and taking a moment to slick back his wild dark brown locks. He looked down at the contented and equally winded Casey who smiled at him still reeling from the afterglow of their latest encounter and pleased that it happened. Rick took a moment to capture the whimsical younger lad's lips in a heated series of kisses as Casey stroked his handsome face before he had gotten to his feet. His massive and still decidedly slick cock dangled between his powerful legs as he moved about the kitchen to fetch his basketball shorts. "Fuck." said Casey still basking in the afterglow of having his body pounded by his mate. He bit his botto