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CLAMANTE LUPUS

After his mother gets a new job in a small town far from the troubles that plagued young Casey Allen Peterson in the big city and every school he'd attended before hand, The new arrival is brought into the midst of a dying town where he comes into contact with the resident Bad Boy, Rick Channon who seems to take a special interest in him. Upon further observation, Casey discovers that Rick has been keeping something of a dark secret of his own and he's the only one that was privy to it.

Knight_Wind · Fantasia
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Chapter 65: Something Like An Understanding

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

Still riding high off their well-executed practice, Casey and Rick entered the kitchen of Casey's home taking note of the well-prepared diner courtesy of Helen Peterson who had been simply putting the finishing touches on the meal as Rick ventured toward the stove. He had loved Mrs. Peterson's cooking even more than his Aunt Dee's and it showed in how willing he was to risk being smacked across the back of the head for sticking his wolfish nose into her pots and pans. Casey had not spoken to his mother directly since the unfortunate incident when found herself walking in on him and Rick having sex in his bedroom. The younger lad's pale face had turned red when he recalled not at all being willing to stop once she had seen him.

Rick smirked when Helen Peterson smacked him on the back of the head for sticking his nose into her pots, his eagerness for dinner had revealed she'd been cooking spaghetti for the night and had a few freshly baked breadsticks out for the occasion. Casey opted to set the table while Rick was getting kicked out of the kitchen. It was odd to know that Rick was a teenage werewolf and could easily have taken what he wanted when he wanted to, he could have even defended himself or stepped out of the way with his given agility but he allowed the older woman to smack him and push him out of the kitchen while laughing at her efforts before making his way toward the bathroom where he proceeded to get cleaned up for dinner.

Casey shook his head.

He was rather grateful that his mother and his boyfriend had been getting along despite his lingering embarrassment of her knowing they actively had sex in the house when she wasn't around or possibly sleeping.

One by one, Casey set the places on the table from the placemats to the silverware and plates. His mother walked in and noted him being rather helpful despite the awkward situation that had yet to be addressed.

"So," she said stepping toward him with her arms folded across her chest. "You've got a boyfriend and you've been having sex in your bedroom."

Casey's face turned a darker shade of red as he attempted to finish his task and head for the door.

"Oh don't make that face, you're old enough to watch and jerk off to porn when you don't think I know but you can't take me knowing you have a boyfriend and actively have sex with him," said Helen with a smirk.

The wine she ingested had been working wonders for her.

"I was concerned at first, with you being attracted to boys and all, but at least he's cute, a bit rough around the edges and dirty most days but cute nonetheless," said Helen with a smirk. "Tell me you're at least practicing safe sex you know like using condoms."

"Mom!" said Casey not wishing to discuss his and Rick's lack of a careful sex life.

"Alright but you'd just better be safe is all I'm saying, Rick may be cute but he's still the dirty sort and there's no guarantee he's only coming to you for sex," she warned.

"Duly noted," replied Casey unable to take much more discussion of his newfound sex life with his mother.

Helen walked over and tousled his messy brown hair like she always had whenever they were alone and she'd been affectionate.

"So handsome just like your father," she said before heading back toward the stove in the kitchen.

Casey sighed finally relieved to have gotten that over with and the table set before he headed upstairs himself to wash up for dinner.

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

Rick Channon stood over the toilet bowl with his impressive pale cock dangling above it and his hand behind his back as he delighted in the sound of the splashing water as it hit the back of the toilet bowl. He smirked as he relieved himself anticipating the meal that Mrs. Peterson had prepared for them and spending more time with Casey. The Petersons were good people to him and despite it only being just the two of them in a rather large house far from the city where they'd come from, they were generous enough to let him spend the night on occasion. He had been having a lot to deal with as of late due to his Aunt Dee's husband wanting him out of the house and his plans for him and his wife to have their "own" family.

Rick rolled his eyes at the thought of the pompous grown nerd of a man believing he had any right to anything pertaining to him. Rick continued to urinate and finally finished shaking his cock and attempting to tuck it back into his jeans when the bathroom door opened and Casey walked in not realizing that Rick had been already occupying it.

"Didn't know you were in here," he said sheepishly as he turned to walk out only to be pulled back in by way of Rick grabbing his hand and pressing his half-naked body into him against the door, accidentally slamming it shut as Casey's back had been pressed against it.

Rick was already getting excited as he pressed his growing erection against Casey's jean-clad bulge and began kissing his lips in a feverish series while pressing him against the bathroom door. There was a familiar glow behind Casey's blue eyes as he returned Rick's heated kiss his own cock swelling inside his jeans as their bodies remained in close proximity.

"Fuck." hissed Casey biting his bottom lip as his hand grazed across Rick's exposed bare cock.

"I love it when you stroke Daddy's Dick baby." groaned Rick thrusting his hips against Casey's warm hand.

"Mmmm." moaned Casey forgetting that they were due downstairs for dinner. "As much as I love your big donkey dick, Daddy, we have to get to dinner."

Rick smirked kissing Casey's neck once more before pulling back and tucking his throbbing appendage back into his jeans with difficulty before washing his hands and heading downstairs.

Casey took a moment to catch his breath before doing the same. Once again Rick's wild wolfish nature had ignited something in him and he had almost forgotten that his mother was downstairs.

He shook his head and washed his hands before heading back down for dinner with Rick and his mother.

Helen Peterson had been right of course.

Rick Channon was most certainly a cute but dirty teenage boy.