Chapter 69: Something Like A Stalemate

The Outter Woods, Fallon Creek, Michigan...

Casey had barely caught up to a rather furious Rick Channon as he cut through the woods in a bid to lose him following the incident with Courtney Stevenson in the bathroom at school. Rick's chaotic dark eyes had been filled with rage and his taking off only proved just how much it had upset him to see Casey with Courtney. The younger lad had not known what to say to his boyfriend who might very well not be his boyfriend once they had it out over the incident. All he had known was that his mind was confused, his body was on edge and in need of something, and his hormones were raging out of control but he knew despite all of this going on with his newfound wolf blood that he didn't want to lose Rick for any reason.

"RICK!" yelled Casey as he chased after the brooding older boy.

"Fuck off Casey, you and I ain't got nothing more to talk about," growled Rick still evidently furious.

He tore off his shirt and tossed his backpack onto the ground before he turned and with a rage unbridled glared back at Casey Peterson and flashed his fangs as his eyes began to glow red.

Feeling the weight of the threat but not in the least backing down, Casey had discarded his backpack and shirt as well his muscles bulging and his veins visible as he stood down to his trousers and a white men's tank top when Rick suddenly charged at him, the fury propelling him in the wake of his issued challenge.

The two young werewolves found their rage getting the better of them as they clashed in the center of the woods their claws striking each other in various places but the wounds healed as a result of their accelerated biochemical makeup.

The growled at one another amid glowing eyes as they clashed again and again with Rick being the stronger and more developed of the two enabling him to put Casey on the ground. The younger werewolf struggled to no avail as Rick's claws had been at his throat and his glowing red eyes shifted to that of the familiar yellow-golden hue in the wake of his lust overriding his need for blood. He pinned Casey onto the forest floor just like before and set about getting the weaker werewolf out of his trouser. Casey moaned as his human characteristics quelled the beast inside him and all he could think about was wanting Rick as he always had.

It wasn't long before Rick had pulled off his jeans and was as naked amid the trees as Casey had been aside from his white men's tank top shirt which Rick pulled up in a bid to kiss along the panting younger lad's belly and chest. Casey moaned as he ran his fingers through the older brute's messy dark hair and Rick growled pinning him back to the ground by way of one of his hands as he maneuvered between Casey's exposed pale thighs ignoring his pink cock being highly aroused and pointing in his direction.

His nostrils flared as he caught the scent of Courtney on it and swiped it away in favor of stuffing his own raging cock inside the tight hidden depths that he craved so often causing himself to groan as Casey moaned in the process.

It never ceased to amaze Casey how much he and Rick seemed to fit together so perfectly when they'd been otherwise engaged in the wake of their mutual passion for one another. Rick grunted as he thrust, jolting Casey along the cold hard ground amid sticks and leaves alike but the younger lad didn't seem to have a care in the world aside from his desire to feel his temperamental werewolf lover's thick cock inside him, where they both knew it belonged.

"Fucccckkk" hissed Rick once more losing himself in the sensation of Casey's warm tight body. "You fucking slut, always so wet for me....so wet for Daddy's big dick."

Casey moaned feeling him stretch his insides as he whimpered in reaction to his desire to run his hands along Rick's slick chest and face. Being back inside Casey had seemed to calm Rick down a good deal as his fangs retracted and his eyes continued to glow the same yellow-golden hue as before. He pumped his hips in a frenzy as his muscled olive-tanned ass rose and fell between Casey's slender pale thighs.

"Fuck." he hissed loving the feel of the younger teen beneath him. "Fuck baby...you feel so fucking good on my big dick."

Casey moaned and once Rick became too preoccupied to hold his wrists he stroked his face and pulled Rick's bare pumping ass closer to him as he wrapped his legs around him determined not to let him go.

"Oh..." he moaned kissing Rick's lips in a frenzy. "Rick...fuck....fuck...don't stop..."

His desperation was evident as he had not wished to love his lover even with Courtney feeling as good as she had on his wayward cock.

"Fuck..." hissed Rick losing himself in Casey's tightness.

He hadn't been of the mind to be enraged anymore but he had wanted to make a few things clear to him.

"You dirty slut, couldn't resist sticking your baby dick in the cumdumpster." growled Rick as he continued to pump his cock inside the moaning younger lad. "Was she as hot and wet as you are on mine?"

Casey nodded recalling how good it felt to be inside her tightness and he'd wagered it wasn't even as good as Rick's cock was feeling inside him from the older lad's standpoint.

"She was so hot and wet." moaned Casey as Rick picked up his pace when pumping into him. "I wanted it so bad, she squeezed my dick so good baby, so good...but she doesn't have your big fucking donkey dick that pounds my tight pussy."

Rick groaned hearing this as he further increased his pace.

"Nobody fucks me like you do," added Casey kissing his lips.

"Y-You want her again?" asked Rick still pumping.

"Yes," admitted Casey as his own cock twitched at the prospect of Courtney riding him again. "She felt so tight and warm."

"Not as tight as you baby." groaned Rick losing himself in the sensation of Casey's body. "Nobody is as fucking tight as you, especially around my big dick...fuck....you can fuck her...you can fuck her as many times as you want but my dick is the only dick you take bitch do I make myself clear?"

Casey nodded as he felt Rick's cock pulse deep inside him.

"Only your big donkey dick Daddy." moaned Casey loving the feel of his older brooding lover pounding him indefinitely.

"Fuck....FFFFUUUUCCCKKKK!" growled Rick as he felt the onset of his deep release and Casey's along with it.

The sweat-slick brooding teen collapsed onto the panting younger lad and they exchanged a few heated kisses.

After several minutes Rick rolled onto his back beside Casey and they both attempted to catch their collective breath.

"Fuck that was hot," said Rick with a smirk.

"You're telling me," replied Casey with his cheeks red and his eyes watery.

"I guess that's what they call hot and steamy makeup sex," said Rick with the same smirk. "I meant what I said, you can do Courtney, it works in our favor to keep up appearances and whatever but the only dick you take is mine."

Casey continued to gasp for breath.

"Duly noted," he replied still reeling from both sexual encounters in one day. "And don't think I don't know you already have plans to fuck Rachel."

"Says the asshole that was doing Courtney in the bathroom." chuckled Rick. "Damn, she's a grade-A slut letting you pump her cunt full while in the bathroom and with no condom."

"Oh shit!" said Casey suddenly having a realization.

"A little late for regrets ain't it, besides she's on the pill," replied Rick with a wicked smirk.

Casey rolled his eyes at his boyfriend who got to his feet and started collecting his attire and backpack. Casey eventually did the same and before they knew it they were dressed and headed toward Casey's house.

"I wonder if your mom left anything she cooked in the fridge," said Rick thinking out loud about his now growling stomach.

"I think you're addicted to my mom's cooking," said Casey as they walked.

"About as much as you're addicted to my big dick," replied Rick with a wicked smirk.

"Asshole," replied Casey shaking his head.

"I believe the correct term is Daddy Big Dick," replied Rick with an arrogant smirk once again.

The two seemingly oblivious young men continued their walk through the woods and toward The Peterson Residence as if their near altercation had never happened.