Chapter 39:  A Table For Three

Casey's Bedroom, The Peterson Residence, Fallon Creek, Michigan...

The sound of a car's engine had gotten the attention of a formerly dozed-off Casey Peterson as his blue eyes opened to find that he'd been back in his bedroom and that it had been nightfall. His body was a bit sore given the strenuous activity it endured for the past few hours since he'd awoken that morning. So much had happened in such a short span of time that he wasn't even sure how he could have taken it all in. Sensing the impending arrival of his mother, Casey attempted to sit up only to find that not only had he not been in bed alone, but that he was naked and Rick Channon of all people had been lying on top of him, equally naked and due to some odd notion of unluck his massive cock had still been inside him. The snoring older teen had been heavy body wise and the sensation of having him still lodged deep inside him was both pleasurable and an anxiety fest waiting to happen due to the fact that his mother had been home. Realizing that he had little time left, Casey attempted to awaken Rick whose loud snoring could have awakened the dead.

"Rick...you have to get up, my mother's home," whispered Casey nervously.

Rick groaned and shifted his body some causing him to sink his rapidly aroused cock deeper into the younger lad who had bit back a moan as he began to panic.

"Rick...stop....she's on her way inside," said Casey frantic in his anxiousness about his mother possibly finding out about his questionable choice of sexual partners and the fact that he'd been sexually active at all.

Rick grunted as he thrust forward again driving yet another moan from Casey which prompted him to do it again and again before opening his eyes as his well-toned hips continued to pump of their own accord. He groaned at the new sensation as he gripped Casey's thin pale hips and pulled him closer driving himself deeper inside him in the process.

The younger lad placed his hands on the older teen's chest in a bid to push him away but couldn't help but moan in the wake of the thrusts getting to him.

"Rick...st-stop...she's coming..." moaned Casey losing himself in the battle to obtain some distance from the older boy.

Rick pumped his hips a few more times driving his cock deeper before Casey managed to push him off and roll off the bed, his own wet cock slapping against his pasty thighs in the process as he stood on the other side of the bed. Rick growled his eyes glowing the same eerie yellow-golden color as he leaped off the bed his slick cock throbbing as if it had a mind of its own as he too stood naked amid the darkness of Casey's bedroom.

The sound of footsteps had entered Casey's ears as his mother climbed the stairs and rattled the bedroom door. Casey unlocked it finally dressed in his basketball shorts with the light from his nearby television illuminating the entire room.

"Hey Case, I was wondering if you'd run into Rick yet," said Helen Peterson with a smile on her face as she looked over her fast-growing son. "His aunt and I were talking the other day and came to the conclusion that he could bunk with us for a week or two as she and her husband are in desperate need of personal time and I figured he'd do alright hanging out with us."

"As a matter of fact, Rick's right here." said her son as he stood before her leaning with the door to his bedroom half-cracked.

Casey appeared to be at ease as he opened the door revealing a shirtless Rick with basketball shorts on staring at the television while sitting at the end of Casey's bed.

Helen seemed to be pleased that they were getting along so well.

"Well, make yourself comfortable Rick you're gonna be here for a while," she said smiling at the both of them and pleased that her son had at least made one friend since their move to Fallon Creek.

"Will do Mrs. P," replied Rick with a charming smile that made Casey want to roll his eyes.

Helen nodded in approval before turning her attention to her own son and tussling his messy brown hair as she had when he'd been smaller.

"Best behavior, both of you," she said in warning. "I'll go down and get dinner started, see both in an hour."

Casey nodded and Rick waved as she made her way back downstairs. No sooner had the younger teen closed the door did he find himself scooped up into the strong arms of his werewolf lover and thrown onto the bed. Rick had still been very much aroused as he hastily pulled down Casey's basketball shorts and let his own drop down to his ankles before bending Casey over and plunging his massive cock back into him.

The younger lad bit back a moan as he gripped the bedding while being pinned on his belly with his pink cock pressed against the mattress. Rick growled as he thrust inside him over and over his pace rapid and needy. He grunted in the whimpering younger lad's ear as he saw his way to having his fill of him.

"Rick st-stop, she's only downstairs..." whimpered Casey as his body jolted along the bed.

"I don't care," growled Rick with his breath in the younger boy's ear. "I wasn't done fucking you."

Casey bit back a moan as Rick continued to thrust into him losing himself in the sensation and the danger of nearly being caught as his heart raced and his body felt the same onset of forbidden heat that always seemed to get the better of him and Rick whenever they engaged in risky sex.

Knowing all too well that he wasn't going to be able to stop the brute again, Casey simply gave in as he pounded him over and over again at rapid speed.

"We've only got an hour." he reasoned as he bit back another series of moans while Rick's massive cock drilled his insides.

"Well shut up and let me fuck and we'll be done before then," growled Rick still pumping his hips wildly.

Casey Peterson could do little aside from moan as Rick Channon continued to have his way with him.

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The Kitchen, The Peterson Residence, Fallon Creek, Michigan...

Helen Peterson set about the kitchen moving along with her plans for dinner. It was a rare occasion to cook dinner for more than two people in her household as she was accustomed to it being mostly herself and Casey for much of the boy's life and previously it was just herself and her late husband. She'd been none the wiser as to what the two boys were getting up to while she set her mind to prepare a pasta dish for the three of them and briskly moved along the kitchen aiming to impress the new arrival and pleased that her son had someone to look after him at school.

She had not gotten over the horror of being summoned from work to a call from the principal and a nurse that told her she was to meet her only son at a nearby hospital. He'd been an oddly purple color when they found him nearly drowned in the toilet by that sadistic little asshole, Royce Tanner, who had been a thorn in Casey's side ever since he started high school.

While Helen knew high school was no walk in the park for anyone, she was especially terrified about her son attending due to his condition. Here in Fallon Creek, it seemed Casey had fit right in with the exception of his playing hooky due to oversleeping, his teacher praised his grades and he'd even appeared more social since the move.

Initially, if she was being honest with herself Helen had not liked the look of Alarick Michael Channon. He seemed a shifty bully if ever she had seen one, but lately, he had gone out of his way in the wake of his association with her son to prove her wrong. Dee Clark had even remarked about the changes in her nephew ever since meeting Casey and thought the boy would be good for each other. Of course, she'd been a fan of anyone who could get Rick to attend school and participate in having a life again.

Helen was briefed via Dee about the tragic tale of the ruggedly handsome young man's background and how his family had been tragically murdered and his own life nearly taken in the process aside from some minor miracle he survived the shooting and lived to see the years go by.

Helen set to work on her cooking and delighted in the fact that Casey had found somewhere he belonged.

An hour later, both Rick and Casey had come down for dinner in their basketball shorts and slick from having taken showers prior to dinner. Helen had been pleased to see the manner in which the boys had been close as she served them and they sat at the table while she looked them over. Rick seemed to fit right in as if he had always belonged there chowing down on his pasta and breadsticks as if he'd done so for years.

Casey was relaxed and even joking about with Rick like they had grown up together. Helen sipped her wine as she ate her food pleased to have been able to set a table for three this time around.