Chapter 71: Pumps And Circumstances

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

A low groan escaped Rick Channon's harsh pale lips as he shoved his hips forward driving his impressive cock into the tightness of Casey Peterson's smaller body as he pinned the younger lad along his mattress pumping into him at a frenzied pace as he did his best to ignore the pain from having relieved the trauma of his family being murdered by way of memory. He saw the faces of his younger siblings, Matt and Marie splattered with blood in their collective beds as their room was sprayed with bullets. His mother's neck had been broken despite having been shot due to her having fallen down the stairs where she'd attempted to run from the gunman that caught her by surprise. His father had gotten the worst of it, beaten severely as they shot everyone else and forced him to witness it before dragging him out to the front porch and executing him in a haze of bullets.

The two bastards had been keen on taking pictures of it and sending them back to their boss, which is how the bastard was linked to the murders in the first place. Rick had been on his way back from collecting firewood when he saw the men moving about the cabin and the blood that had indicated something terrible had happened. He moved through the place and found himself to have been the only survivor of the shooting as the goons were given expressed instruction to kill them all to send a message to anyone that dared stand in the way of the crime boss and his enterprise.

Vincent Channon had been the only man to ever bring him down and as a result, he and his family paid the ultimate price to discourage anyone else from doing the same. Rick Channon had been shocked to find everyone dead inside the cabin and attempted to make a run for help when he was caught unawares by the second gunman lurking in the woods who immediately put several rounds into the teen boy's chest leaving him for dead until the noise got the attention of the massive were brute that ended up killing both the assassins and infecting Rick, who had been lying in the forest dying from his bullet wounds at the time.

At the present moment, Rick was grunting in Casey Peterson's ear as he continued to long slow thrusts into the tight warmth of the younger lad's hidden sex. The sensation slowly ebbed away at the agony of Rick's most brutal memory and the subsequent sadness that followed. Before he had not recalled much about the incident but seeing the twisted bastard's picture that so callously orchestrated the whole thing from the comfort of his prison cell, had brought a good deal of it all back.

Casey's moans filled Rick's ears pulling him from the world of darkness and misery that threatened to consume him all over again and back into the unstated bliss of ecstasy as he pumped his throbbing cock in and out of the tightness he had craved more easily than anything he'd ever known. The pain had lingered but the pleasure overrode it as Rick planted a series of heated kisses along Casey's neck and bare chest.

"Rick." moaned Casey wiping the tears from his handsome lover's pale cheeks as their lips locked in another passion-filled kiss.

Rick grunted as he continued to thrust between Casey's wide-spread pale thighs. Their bodies moved in tune with one another on top of the bed sheets as their collective efforts caused the bed to rock and the headboard to beat against the nearby wall. The creaking of the bedsprings had begun to match Rick's steady rhythm as he pumped his cock in and out of Casey's slick depths recalling just how much he desired the younger lad and how much the younger lad had desired him in the strange few hours of it just being them naked and given to their wolfish hormones since leaving school and the woods respectively.

Another kiss and Casey's legs wrapped around Rick's well-toned body, as whimpers of contentment came from his young mouth as he took everything his brooding lover had to offer as they locked hands amid the covers still given to their mutual need for one another as Rick sought an easy means of distraction. Casey's cock had bounced between them coating them both at the moment of his umpteenth release but Rick had not seemed to care as he thrust forward and pulled back, his muscular pale ass flexing amid the semidarkness of the bedroom as his knees dug into the mattress.

There was something different about being with Rick this time, his usual snide comments and remarks missing and his movements driven only by his silence as he gripped Casey's heated sweat slick body for what seemed to be dear life.

"Oh..." moaned Casey losing himself in the long slow thrusts that had been a welcome surprise as Rick continued to take him jolting his body along his bed but not at the pace he'd been used to.

Their hands were still locked with each finger and knuckle intertwined as Casey took note of the tears still streaming down Rick's pale cheeks. He was getting a bad case of five o'clock shadow as his body continued to jolt the younger lad along the mattress.

Casey hissed as Rick maneuvered and pulled him from off the bed and back onto his lap, as their collective bare chests pressed together and Rick wrapped his arms around Casey's body while the younger lad wrapped his around his lover's neck. He bounced his pale naked form up and down on the massive cock that invaded him so often he'd become nearly accustomed to its massive girth stretching his insides and drilling into his sex with an intensity unmatched more often than not.

"Oh..." moaned Casey unable to help himself as Rick's large cock drilled him deeper.

The smaller pale lad's bare ass slapped against the bare muscular thighs of the older brooding lad as he felt himself given to another rush of release this time coating the cock that had been lodged so deeply inside him.

"Fuck...fuck...oh....fuck...RICK!" moaned Casey losing himself as he gripped his lover tighter in the wake of his body's involuntary convulsions.

Rick held him tight as well still bouncing him up and down his cock until he managed to get them both off the bed and toward a nearby wall where Rick began to pump his hips in a frenzy once more driven by the need for release in his own right as he pounded Casey back first against the nearby wall knocking a few of his posters off and a rack he'd put up in the process.

Casey gasped as he felt a wave of instantaneous emotions hitting him all at once. The beast that dwelled within him picked up on all of them as if they had been second nature. He felt his heart beat rapidly within the confines of his chest as Rick jolted his body along the wall driving his back and pale ass into it with the force of his newly ignited lust.

"Oh...Oh...Oh FUCK....FUCK....FUCK ME...OH!" shouted Casey unable to help himself.

Rick let out a deep grunt before shoving his cock in deeper as the floodgates had been released with Casey feeling the sensation of sweeping warmth with Rick filling him as he had so many times before by way of his pulsing cock.

The sweat-slick and panting lads both attempted to catch their breath and make sense of their surroundings as their bodies grew weaker. Rick had the strength to carry Casey back toward the bed where he collapsed and closed his eyes without a word.

Casey had lingered from sleep a bit looking over at Rick and then back at the computer.

He couldn't imagine what it must have been like for him to remember what he'd been through after his family was murdered. The young lad slowly curled up next to his passed-out lover and kissed his lips softly before resting his weary sweat slick head on Rick's equally glistening chest.

"I love you," he said softly kissing the series of scars and tattoos respectively that lined the older boy's bare chest before closing his eyes and falling into a deep sleep.

If Rick had heard him, he had made no indication that he had as he continued to snore lightly amid the semi-darkened bedroom.