All Chapters of CLAMNATE LUPUS: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Chapter 80: A Little Bathroom ChaosThe Bathroom, The Dawson Residence, Fallon Creek, Michigan... The moment the door closed, Casey had given the intruder his undivided attention knowing all too well from the scent of him that the one who had entered the bathroom had been Rick. The larger brooding teen let out a low growl after shutting and locking the bathroom door behind him before swiftly approaching the equally naked younger lad instantly wrapping his hands around his waist and kissing along his neck and shoulder. Casey smirked as his eyes began to glow the familiar yellow-golden hue as always when he'd been excited by being around Rick. The older brooding teen growled in his ear licking his flesh and nibbling on his neck as he had so many times before. Casey's breath hitched as he leaned back against Rick already feeling the aroused older boy's larger cock against the bare cheeks of his pale arse."Rachel wasn't enough for you?" he teased.Rick growled and swatted Casey's arse

Chapter 82: Daylight DepartureSpare Bedroom, The Dawson Residence, Fallon Creek, Michigan... Daybreak had been just on the horizon when Casey Allen Peterson found himself being startled awake due to a semi-mysterious figure who had been fully dressed in the dark. He blinked a few times and rubbed his eyes before sitting up scowling in the wake of having his sleep interrupted. Rick put a hand over his mouth when he noted he'd been on the verge of protest and motioned for him to get up and get dressed. Composing himself briefly, Casey sighed and climbed out of bed leaving Courtney asleep and he shuffled into his clothes and shoes before turning his attention to the bedroom window where Rick had motioned for him to follow. Rolling his eyes, Casey had taken it upon himself to follow albeit begrudgingly. The early morning chill had been something as he attempted not to want to punch Rick for forcing him out of bed so early as they began a rather odd walk from Rachel's place and around

Chapter 84: Nature's Embrace The Open Woods, Fallon Creek, Michigan... Laughter filled the woods as Rick Channon and Casey Peterson tumbled about in their newly restored human forms. Casey marveled at the newfound advantages he had of being infected with the blood of a beast. Rick wrestled Casey amid the dirt and leaves from the ever-looming trees that seemed to create a separate world for them, so far from the lives of conventional teenage boys that attended school day after day and subjected themselves to mortal mediocrity. Casey giggled as he reached up from being thrown onto his back and stroked his lover's face noting his stubble and the sheer primal aspect of his desires get the better of him. He'd been once more aroused, although he didn't believe he'd stopped being so when in Rick's presence. From their first meeting to their first encounter, Rick always seemed to have an arousing effect on him. Rick had of course been as hard as stone with his massive cock leaking and t

Chapter 86: In The WildThe Open Woods, Fallon Creek, Michigan... A rather close and rude grunt from Rick Channon saw to awakening Casey Peterson following their brief involuntary nap and he found himself with his head resting against Rick's bare chest. At the same time, the older boy's rough calloused hands moved along the smooth pale flesh of his exposed arse. Casey let out a soft moan realizing that Rick's massive cock had still been impaled inside his hidden sex, throbbing and plenty hard as he slowly ran his large rough hands along the younger lad's chilled smooth pale flesh.Casey imagined they had been quite the sight, lounging about in the cool of the morning after their previous wild romps within the confines of the looming woods, naked amid dirt and fallen leaves moist to the touch from the morning dew. It had not seemed to phase either of them as the sights and smells of the open wilderness seemed to make them both feel right at home, although it had been Rick more comfor

Chapter 88: An Honest Day's Work Dee Clark's General Store, West Point Drive, Fallon Creek, Michigan... Sweltering heat seemed to be getting the better of a rather shirtless and sweat-drenched Alarick Michael Channon as he continued his mundane task of lugging wooden crate after wooden crate in a bid to finish up the stocking of his Aunt's general store. She had been upfront calculating the number of items and running the main part of the store while Rick did all the heavy lifting. He never said out loud how much he loathed her so-called husband who never seemed to want to be around when the stocking had to be done but always shot off at the mouth when he'd been home and it came to Rick's life in general. Rick rolled his eyes as a bead of sweat dripped from his brow and onto the top of the box as he moved them lifting them with ease due to his wolfish abilities but struggling to stay within the aspect of mortality so as not to alarm anyone who might have seen him at work and wer