Chapter 51: A Handsome Dirty Bastard

The Far End Showers, The Boys' Locker Room, Ridgecrest High School, Fallon Creek, Michigan...

Moans and rushing water had been all that Rick's keen wolfish ears picked up as he thrust his hips rather frequently into the water-slick pale ass of Casey Peterson. His rough hands moving along the younger teen's exposed and equally wet body as he gripped him grunting and groaning due to the sensation of warmth and pressure along his impressively sized appendage was the echo of damp skin slapping against wet skin began to grow louder with each thrust. Casey had still been a bit nervous about the prospect of being caught by another student or a teacher for that matter. Still, Rick seemed to be amped about the possibility of it drilling his insides over and over again as the excitement began to get the better of him. Rick let out a low growl in Casey's ear as he kissed along his water-slick neck and pinned him, chest and palms first against the cold white tile.

Rick groaned as he continued to thrust his hips into the pale ass of his younger lover sniffing and licking at his water-slick flesh as he got his fill of his lover's tight body in the wake of their shower together. Casey whimpered as Rick's cock filled him deeply from this odd angle and the bundle of nerves had been stimulated that made him lose all sense of himself in the wake of the sensation.

"Oh fuck..." hissed Casey as the echo of skin slapping against skin filled his ears and he felt how deep his lover plunged his cock inside him. "Fuck...fuck...fuck...you're so fucking hard."

Rick grunted and continued his frenzied pace realizing they'd been pressed for time between classes and the shower.

"Once a slut always a slut for Daddy's big dick even in the school shower," he growled in Casey's ear as he thrust into him.

Lost in the sensation building constantly from the angle, Casey couldn't help himself and coated Rick's cock and the nearby wall with his own release as the older brute continued to have his way with him. He gasped and panted as he arched his back driving his body into Rick's thrusts as if he had not a care in the world while the water beat down on the both of them turning cold from the long duration of their shower.

"Oh....like that....like that big dick bastard." moaned Casey riding the wave of release while Rick continued to hammer his massive cock inside him.

The older teen's eyes shifted into the familiar yellow-golden hue and he felt the pulsing signal of his release as he filled the moaning Casey as deeply as possible before resting against him as he held the younger lad's body against the tile of the shower. Casey's cock spurted once more coating the tile before being washed away with the water below them as both boys took note of the water had turned cold and their collective skin becoming blue in reaction. They took the time to catch their collective breath as they kissed and embraced before parting and showering to the best of their abilities before stepping out with towels wrapped around their waists and dripping.

As it turned out they had not been the only boys to linger once the majority of the crowd had gone on to their classes and walked across the campus as a thin pale redhead boy with thin-framed glasses had been among the last to shower for the day and head back toward class. He had noticed the two older boys coming out of the shower together but had not been privy as to why they had taken so long.

His name was Mills, Steven Mills, and like Casey Peterson, he'd been the newest arrival to Fallon Creek from a bustling city where he had not fared well. He had recently been assigned classes and tried his best to avoid whom he preserved as bullies by staying largely out of sight until the bell rang for class.

Steven and Casey shared quite a few classes despite the fact that Steven never said a word to him even in passing. He had noticed he'd gone from being the outsider to virtually a part of the in-crowd rather quickly since his arrival and his odd relationship with the former school star turned resident brooding bully had been something to note.

"Next practice had better be better than this one," said Casey remarking on how they were worked to soreness for the benefit of the audience in the bleachers.

"It was an alright practice," replied Rick with a wicked smirk. "Especially once it was over."

Casey threw the towel that was wrapped around his waist at Rick who had returned fire with his own as the younger boy set to work pulling up his briefs and other newly collected attire before stuffing his smelly uniform into a bag and that into his backpack before starting to prepare to head off to his next class. He'd been running late but with Rick, it couldn't be helped.

The older still water-slick teen cornered him against a row of lockers and captured his lips in a devouring kiss as he returned it with equal passion.

"See you at home," he said kissing Casey's lips once more before backing up and cupping the younger lad's ass by way of his rough right hand once Casey attempted to collect his bag that had fallen off his shoulder when Rick pushed him against the lockers.

"What makes you think I'd invite you back to my place?" asked Casey with a grin.

"Who says I gotta ask?" asked Rick with a confident smirk. "You already know your mother loves me and she even made me a set of keys."

Casey rolled his eyes not sure how his boyfriend managed to charm his mother into that bad idea.

"See you at home then..." began Casey before whispering the end of his sentence forgetting that Rick had acute hearing due to being a werewolf. "smug asshole."

"Apparently you need another lesson in manners," said Rick in reaction to the low insult. "I'd be happy to show you again tonight."

Casey thought about how long it would be before his mother arrived home from work and how much Rick would make him pay for his insult in the process.

"I meant handsome dirty bastard," he said quickly before taking his leave of the brooding older boy.

The older lad smirked knowing all too well that he had plenty of time to get back at him Rick took his sweet time strutting about the locker room with his bare cock swinging and a bit of a puffed-out chest as he watched Casey go rushing off to his next class. Rick sniffed the air getting a sense that someone had been watching him and within the span of a moment, he disappeared as not a sound filled the semi-empty locker room.

Steven Mills had been trembling in a far corner for a moment or two before he elected to venture out believing he'd finally been alone only to find himself shoved to the ground by a naked and water-dripping Rick Channon who had an eerie glow behind his formerly dark eyes as he sniffed out the spy who had been huddled amid the lockers.

"Who the fuck are you and why are you snooping around the locker room?" he growled at the terrified redhead boy.

"M-My name's Steven Mills." he stammered as he looked up at the hulking brute of a boy with glowing red eyes. "I was just trying to take a shower n-nothing else I-I promise."

Rick had not been of the mind to buy it but he was menacing nonetheless.

"You tell anyone about anything you have seen here today and I'll kill you," he growled as the rumble of the beast within made itself known for good measure.

Steven Mills nodded absently as he stared into the glowing red eyes of the naked older brute who took an angry swipe at the metal-plated lockers before gathering up his clothes and speeding off into the distance leaving the terrified redhead to wet himself while needing a shower more than ever.