Lahat ng Kabanata ng CLAMNATE LUPUS: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Chapter 10: Fear And ConjectureOpen Field, Ridgemont High School, Felton Dr., Fallon Creek, Michigan.... Cold air surrounded a very nervous and out of his depth Casey Peterson, as he found himself standing in the middle of a grassy field in a bid to get credit for P.E. class. He was dressed in the same short sleeve white t-shirt and dark blue shorts as the other boys complete with the school logo on the side of the leg as he moved about the grassy field. There seemed to be a lot of firsts where Rick Channon had been concerned as he had also dressed for physical education and made it his personal mission to see Casey Peterson eat dirt every chance he got when it came to the physical matchup between the two of them once someone had thrown the ball they were forced to go after. Flag football wasn't exactly Casey's cup of tea so to speak, but he had little choice in the matter given that he was new and needed the credits. He had not been too thrilled to see that Rick Channon also h

Chapter 12: When Trouble Follows You Home Casey's Bedroom, The Peterson Residence, 1345 North Grand Street, Fallon Creek, Michigan.... By the time he had made it home that afternoon, Casey Peterson had been well and truly exhausted. From ducking and dodging a potential run in with Rick Channon to the journey itself to get back home from the location of his school, everything had wiped the teen out to the point that he had not even wished to do his homework. While it had been the first day for him, the teachers in this place were not above giving homework to new students as a means of them catching up with the class and he had plenty of it. Casey tossed his backpack into the corner of his room and watched as it hit the floor before he headed over toward his new bed and plopped down face first. His body bounced a bit before he ultimately landed safely and closed his rather heavy eyelids. As he lied there amid the soft pillows and the comforter that lined his bed, Casey's weary mind

Chapter 13: High, But Not DryCasey's Bedroom, The Peterson Residence, 1345 North Grand Street, Fallon Creek, Michigan.... Soft moans escaped the tightly pursed lips of one Casey Allen Peterson as he was forced to give in to the rapidly spreading sensation filling his young body as Rick Channon pinned him against his mattress and proceeded to dry hump his prominent erection against his own as their mutual moans and groans began to fill the bedroom despite Casey's mother being just down the stairs preparing dinner for the evening. Casey had not known how long it had been, between the labored breaths, the intense sensation and the seemingly unyielding need filling his young hormonal body, he had lost track of time since the moment he and Rick came to his bedroom and the larger brute of a boy slammed him onto his bed. Rick seemed to be unable to control himself as he did his best to thrust his covered cock along Casey's equally covered body pumping his impressive hips faster and fast

Chapter 15: Something Like A SecretThe Bathroom, The Peterson Residence, 1345 North Grand Street, Fallon Creek, Michigan.... Warm water continued to cascade down Casey Peterson's neck and back as he stood amid the rushing stream from the basic silver shower head of his bathroom in the new house. He had thought it an odd thing to be so basic, not much different than the one that came with the old place. While it was true that he'd been fixated on the most mundane of things, he'd done so only as a last ditch effort to ignore his creeping desires which only contributed to his heightened arousal amid the water as he once more found his mind traveling back to the brute known as Rick Channon and what he'd done to his body in the brief amount of time he'd been in his home. Casey bit his bottom lip as his hand slipped down to his throbbing cock as more heated water cascaded down his already slick form. While it sickened him that Rick seemed to know better than anyone how to please his b

Chapter 17: A Battle Of WillsThe Gym, Ridgemont High School, Felton Dr., Fallon Creek, Michigan... By the time Casey had composed himself and made it to class, he'd been only a few minutes late as he had dressed out and made his way toward the rest of the waiting students. He avoided eye contact with Rick, given what happened before class he was still sore and very much angered by the teenage brute. He had taken it upon himself to harass him when all the other students seemed to be leaving him alone. The memory of having whimpered and sucked the arrogant asshole's cock in the bungalow had come back in full force as he got ready to turn his attention to the new wrestling segment of their physical education. The coach, who had been called Coach Burt was a lean and middle-aged man and hairy by all accounts. He wore tight-fitting 1970s-style basketball shorts and carried around a clipboard and a whistle around his neck. The boys he'd been in charge of were less than thrilled about p