Chapter 25: Playing Hooky

Casey's Bedroom, The Peterson Residence, 1345 North Grand Street, Fallon Creek, Michigan...

Another resounding smack across the pale arse of one Casey Allen Peterson echoed throughout his newly chosen bedroom as Alarick Channon's large right hand delivered the echoing blow. He grinned at the massive red print he left on the back of the younger teen while unceremoniously drilling his large cock into the hidden slickness that engulfed him. Rick furiously pumped his well-toned hips as he gripped Casey's body via his waist and held him in place as the younger lad remained on all fours in the center of his mattress. His own pinked cock bounced with each thrust slapping against the exposed flesh of his thighs as he moaned coating the bedding with another round of his slick release all the while feeling Rick's pelvis slap against his bare arse. Rick seemed to be amused at the way he could make Casey come undone with only a few forceful thrusts and it was as if the younger lad was putty in his hands.

Casey moaned again pushing back against Rick's deep thrusts as he panted from the increased rate of their act. he was glad that his mother was long gone as she had not known if he could have held back any longer with Rick drilling him so intently. While he couldn't stand the decidedly smug and notoriously arrogant jerk any other time, he was very good at sex and making the younger lad come undone in the wake of it.

"I...hate you...dirty fucking bastard." hissed Casey just before another loud moan escaped his pursed lips. "Feels so good...fuck....fuck me....bastard."

Rick grabbed Casey by the hair wrapping his unkempt brown locks around his massive fingers and pulling him into a wet sloppy kiss as he shoved his tongue into his mouth. The younger teen moaned again and again like music to the thrusting brute's ears as he increased his pace to drive out more of the frequented sound.

"That's it." hissed Rick with a grin. "Moan for me bitch, barely can take a big dick and you've already become such a slut for it."

"F-Fuck you... Mmmmm," replied Casey still enjoying what the brutish Rick was doing to his body.

The yellow hue of Rick's eyes had gotten darker as he continued to thrust wildly inside the now whimpering Casey Peterson while the shifting of his teeth into sharp canine fangs pushed passed his tightly closed lips and he once more bit into the flesh of Casey's neck.

The resulting combination of pain from his shoulder and the deep thrusts of Rick inside him caused Casey's cock to spurt rope after rope of his own slick release coating the bed and his belly and thighs as Rick began to reach his end pumping his release inside the warmth that surrounded his cock before grunting and allowing both their bodies to collapse onto the messy bed.

"FUCK!" shouted Casey finally letting loose before collapsing as his cock finally stopped spurting.

He and Rick both had been a mess in the wake of their numerous acts and were exhausted as well.

"Where did you go?" asked Casey after some time of catching his breath and coming back to his senses.

"Out for some air," replied Rick it wasn't entirely a lie he had been out in the air but not voluntarily.

"I looked all over the house for you," said Casey sitting back against his headboard. "All I could find was your clothes."

"Guess that means I didn't stray too far don't it?" replied Rick looking up at the ceiling. "It's not like I could leave without my clothes."

Casey conceded the point.

"I guess so," he replied still feeling there was more to it.

He attempted to take a moment to process all that transpired between himself and Rick and wondered if this was a spur-of-the-moment sort of thing to pass the time or if what was happening between them was going to go anywhere.

"Rick...?" began Casey unsure of what words to use in this situation. He had never been intimate with anyone before let alone another teenage guy.

"Look, don't start analyzing anything just yet," said Rick already knowing where his mind was going. "We just happen to be two guys that like fucking around, it's not like we go on dates or whatever we just had sex, wild raunchy sex, that's it."

Casey didn't know how to take this and he didn't want to risk driving Rick away so he elected to drop the discussion entirely, much to the older boy's delight.

"By the way, you scream like a girl when you ride dick," teased Rick changing the subject.

Casey narrowed his eyes at Rick before catching sight of a nearby pillow. He quickly picked it up and proceeded to smack the brooding teen across the face with it.

Rick smirked and wrestled Casey along the bed forgetting how it was soaked via sweat from their mutual bodies and the coating of the younger lad's release on multiple occasions.

"Fuck, you got cum in your hair." chuckled Rick as he pinned Casey to the bed.

"Let me up asshole," replied Casey annoyed.

Rick smirked once more and allowed him to sit up.

"You smell like sex," he said with his smoldering eyes looking over the younger lad.

"So do you," replied Casey making a show of clearing his hair. "I say we make our way to the shower."

"Agreed," replied Rick getting up off the bed.

He and Casey exited the bedroom and rushed toward the nearest bathroom in the hopes of getting in before the other did.

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The Peterson Residence, 1345 North Grand Street, Fallon Creek, Michigan...

Rushing warm water filled the shower as Casey Peterson stood naked before it with Rick Channon not far behind him. They had the idea of sharing the shower seeing as they had seen everything there was to see of each other's bodies and neither wanted to waste the heated water on getting in separately when there had been no one home. Casey lathered up his body via the soap and passed it to Rick, whom had done the same as they both stood awaiting their turns to rinse off beneath the warm shower head.

It had not taken them long to lather up a third and fourth time before getting out and venturing toward the kitchen after getting dressed. Rick had only pulled on his jeans while Casey reverted back to his tendency to wear basketball shorts.

"I'm starving," said Rick looking over the kitchen cabinets when they got downstairs.

"Mom did say she made breakfast," said Casey turning his attention to looking through the fridge as she instructed him to before leaving.

He took a glance at the clock and marveled about how late in the afternoon it had been.

"Forget about it, ain't nearly enough time to make it," said Rick with a smirk as he sat on the countertop fiddling with one of the cabinets. "Count it as a day of playing hooky."

Casey froze as he stepped back from the fridge.

"I've never played hooky before," he said stunned by the odd turn of phrase.

Rick smirked once more.

"Something tells me I am the source of a lot of your firsts," he said with a flicker of heat behind his dark eyes.

Casey rolled his eyes at the smug bastard.

While he wouldn't give him the satisfaction of admitting it out loud, he had been right. He was most defiantly a source of a good deal of first-time things pertaining to the new arrival to Fallon Creek.