Chapter 66: Practice Makes Perfect

The Gym, Ridgecrest High School, Fallon Creek, Michigan...

The dribbling of numerous basketballs filled the high school gym as Casey Peterson and Rick Channon found themselves putting on a show with their seamless play getting the undivided attention of Coach Bert and the other members of the Varsity basketball team. They were shocked that after two weeks of absence on both boys' parts, Casey Peterson had suddenly become quite as proficient in playing basketball as Rick Channon was on the court. Casey had thought nothing of it aside from brooding older teen forcing him to practice about as much as he had been inclined to shove his massive cock into him. Coach Bert was more than pleased with the results and already had visions of winning the state trophy in his eyes as he approached the two skilled players a big wide grin beaming across his normally scowl-ridded beard-covered face.

"Holy shit boys I think we may have just acquired our second star player," he said happily as he approached Casey shocked that the boy had gotten so good over the course of a two-week absence.

Rick dribbled the ball he had a few feet away before putting up another stellar shot taking Coach Bert's breath away. The sound of the net when the ball went in echoed through the gym getting everyone's attention in the process.

Coach Bert couldn't hide the smile he had while looking at both Rick Channon the former star of the basketball team back in rare form and Casey Peterson the new arrival that seemed to have cultivated a hidden talent on the court. He knew all too well with these two boys on his team he was a shoo-in for the finals and finally the big gold after years of disappointment and record losses.

"Gentlemen, I want you to get as much rest as possible, keep your bodies strong and well fed and stay away from injury nothing too flashy on the court or in practice we need you two strong and able to lead us to victory once the season gets underway," he said looking over at Casey and Rick.

"Yes Sir," said Casey holding a basketball under his arm as he tried to make sense of how he suddenly found himself with more endurance than ever before when it came to shooting hoops. He knew the incident with the older werewolf brute in the woods affected him but not to the extent of it.

"Whatever you say, Coach," replied Rick not much for actually caring about the directives of the overeager coach.

The rest of the team seemed to be in good spirits as the other four members of the new starting lineup raced over toward Casey fascinated by his newfound skill in basketball.

"Alright, what are you two on?" asked Myer Keeding, one of the veteran players on the team.

"Junk food and soda mostly," replied Rick casually.

"I'm not talking about you Channon, Peterson here was horrible at basketball before your two-week absence, and now all of a sudden he's almost on par with you?" asked Billy Stevens, an average-built dark-haired lad wearing his gym uniform.

"I'm not on anything," said Casey annoyed. "Just been practicing in between throwing up and random fevers."

Another player of dark complexion and considerable skill, Carl Watson eyed them suspiciously for a moment before sighing.

"You better not be on the juice," he said firmly. "Cheating isn't winning."

"If you're so keen to know why don't you come to my house and watch me practice on my home court," said Casey. "You can go juice hunting while you're there if you're so keen on trying to find a reason other than actual work ethic for me to be better than you."

"We just might," said Carl narrowing his eyes at Casey.

Neither of them bothered to approach Rick, his status as a basketball legend spoke for itself and so had his abilities when tapping back into them.

"Why don't you suck my dick, Carl," said Rick taunting him with a wicked smirk. "Casey's isn't big enough for all three of you."

Carl rolled his eyes not wishing to get into it with Rick Channon of all people.

Casey shook his head.

"Great now they think I'm on steroids or some shit," he said dribbling the ball he had in his hands before shooting it and making the shot rather easily.

Rick sighed and slicked his hair back as he stood beside Casey placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't let it get you down," he said evenly. "They ain't nothing but puny mortals anyway, it's not like you can announce that you got attacked by a werewolf and infected by one to the point of it improving your shit game."

"Fuck you," said Casey pushing Rick away from him.

"What time," replied Rick with a flicker of heat behind his dark eyes.

Casey shook his head. He should have known better than to encourage the already vulgar bastard in public.

Rick smirked once more before rushing to get a basketball and proceeded to toss it to Casey who once more got back into the swing of taking his shots with Rick rebounding and doing the same once he had the ball.

Carl and the other boys were still skeptical about Casey's sudden ability to play so well believing they would find out once they had gone to his house to see if he'd been using and what his home court had looked like.

The rest of the team didn't seem to care if he'd been juicing or not. They were only interested in not having record losses for yet another season before they ended up aging out and graduating from school.

Casey had gone back to playing noticing the significant improvements in his coordination, motor skills, and focus as a result of his newly acquired beast blood thanks to the werewolf brute that attacked him, he wondered as he shot the ball and rebounded it if Rick had felt anything similar when he'd been infected.

Rick simply smirked and proceeded to show off his basketball skills in front of everyone including the newly arrived cheerleaders which consisted of the annoying girl Rachel and her circle of nosy friends.

"I had to see it with my own eyes to believe it," said Rachel standing at courtside. "My fucking ex is playing basketball again and it's like he never stopped."

Courtney couldn't seem to believe it either although she seemed to take an interest in the new arrival Casey Peterson and his newly showcased playing abilities.

"You think he'd hook me up with his friend?" she asked. "He's kind of cute and you know how much I like boys in uniform."

Rachel smirked as she noted Rick's movements along the court.

"Suddenly I am reminded of why I let him fuck me in the first place," she said licking her lips in a seductive manner. "Fuck he's cute and that cock...mmmm."

"As long as I can have the friend," said Courtney. "I won't judge you for banging Ricky Channon again."

"Like I'd care if you did, that cute asshole's cock is worth it," replied Rachel still looking over at Rick. "I think it's time we invited our star basketball players to party, don't you think girls?"

"Oh hell yes," replied Courtney with a seductive smile as she stared at Casey Peterson. "I got first dibs on the newbie."

Rick and Casey continued their practice until Coach Bert blew the whistle. Both of them filed out of the gym drenched in sweat and not at all looking forward to their next class. Neither had been any the wiser about the girls who had not taken their collective eyes off them.