Chapter 11: Boys Will Be Boys

The Locker Room, Ridgemont High School, Felton Dr., Fallon Creek, Michigan...

Casey was none too comfortable when he stepped into the showers following the rather intense round of flag football on the field and found that he'd been among a good deal of other naked young men going about their day as if it had been no big deal to have their collective junk swinging in the breeze for all to see. The stench of the place had caught Casey's attention almost immediately as he stepped inside still drenched in sweat from his earlier activity with his short brown locks clinging to his forehead and ears as he moved about the room trying his hardest not to vomit from the combined stink of sweat, musk, and possibly aired farts from the boys as they laughed and joked about their upcoming plans. He tried his best not to look at them for too long so as not to draw attention to himself in the worst possible fashion or admit to himself that he found some of the well-toned, and lean-muscled boys to be more than a little attractive. Casey remained cautious as he moved toward the far corner of the locker room where no one else had bothered to venture, assuming it had been a safe place.

After looking around and noting that none of the other boys appeared to have taken any interest in him aside from his performance on the field, Casey settled down and began to strip off his gym clothes in a bid to get into the shower. He folded them neatly and switched them out with the cleaner clothes he stored in the farthest locker for the occasion and turned his attention toward the shower when he found out how wrong he was to think all had been well once he caught sight of the rather embittered Rick Channon who had been completely naked and dripping via the water from his recent shower as he approached Casey who had barely stripped off his underwear before the older angry boy swooped up on him.

A low growl escaped from Rick's lips as he swiftly rushed Casey and pinned him face first into a nearby locker, his naked body exposed to the elements due to the towel he'd put around his waist after getting undressed falling as a result of the swift movements. Rick had been decidedly taller than him as he felt the older boy's breath against his neck and back as well as the sensation of something cold wet and hard against the back of his exposed pale arse when Rick pinned him against the cool metal of the lockers.

There were no words as Rick simply stood with his water-slick body pressed into Casey's dry pale form both naked and quite shocked by what occurred. A low growl rumbled from Rick's throat as the new arrival heard him finally break the silence via his annoyed tone.

"What the fuck are you doing to me?" he growled gripping the metal doors of the lockers where Casey had been pinned.

The younger boy whimpered some as he felt Rick's tight muscular body press harder against his own he could have sworn the grazing of his arse had been via Rick's very monstrous and angry cock throbbing against the skin-to-skin contact and leaking as a result.

Rick stood there pinning Casey against the lockers his scent intoxicating and wild like those moments before when they were near each other. Just like before Casey felt his cock stir against the metal of the lockers and he bit back a moan getting Rick's undivided attention he shoved his pelvis against the pale arse of the younger boy grunting as he rubbed his cock against the folds of his nether cheeks.

"I fuckng hate you," growled Rick appearing to be struggling against what his body wanted and what his mind would allow more feral growls came from him as he dug his fingernails deeper into the metal of the locker doors.

Casey gasped at the sensation that was rapidly building inside him as Rick's body pressed harder against him. He felt the wetness between his thighs as the older boy hovered his mouth near his shoulder where he proceeded to breathe a few inches from his neck and hair. He felt Rick take in his scent with a deep inhalation as their mutual hearts began beating about a mile a minute.

The new arrival bit his lip as he tried in vain to keep from moaning with need in reaction to his puberty-stimulated body responding to Rick's closeness and subsequent touch.

"Losing control." he heard Rick mutter. "Gotta keep control....gotta keep control..ca can't let him out.. can't let him win....ca don't lose control..."

He seemed to have come to his senses as he pulled himself back and took off in another direction leaving a winded and highly aroused Casey to stand in a puddle of his own making as the rest of the boys filed out of the locker room.

Casey had not known what to make of what happened to him nor the odd incident with the angry boy Rick Channon. He was glad that he had stood up to him and that he at least had a chance to have a normal life at Ridgemont even if it meant having to put up with the odd events surrounding the strange boy Rick himself.

Shaking himself from his thoughts and the situation surrounding his being pinned against the lockers, Casey collected himself and ventured for the shower where he opted to get cleaned up properly and head to his next class.

He had not known if Rick was still in the locker room or not, but he was determined to finish up and get out of there before the conflicted young man decided to make his way back and possibly lose control and do a lot worse to Casey should it come to that.

Unbeknownst to Casey Peterson, Rick Channon had watched from the shadows of the locker room as he headed into the shower and proceeded to will himself to stay away from him as his eyes began to glow red and his growls became more and more feral in tune with the rapid pulsing of his still exposed cock.

Something was wrong with Alarick Channon, but no one in Fallon Creek had been any the wiser when it came to him or his apparent affliction.