Casey'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 faster.
Casey moaned once again in the wake of the friction unsure of what to say or do as he seemed to be enjoying it but didn't want a brute like Rick to have the satisfaction of knowing he did. He narrowed his eyes at the older boy and gritted his teeth to keep from moaning out loud once again and revealing just how much of an effect the older boy had on him. Rick was quite physically strong, much stronger than he let on when they were out at gym class and in the locker room.
"What the fuck are you?" growled Rick as his eyes seemed to grow darker and the intensity of his movements translated into the intense expression that filed across his handsome face. "I shouldn't be this....fuck...fuck...fuck...need to fuck..."
The older angry boy suddenly took off his shirt tossing it into the corner of the bedroom as he glared down at Casey who seemed to be mesmerized by the perfectly chiseled abs on the front of his tanned and well-toned torso. The urge to reach up and run his finger across the rows had hit him and he bit his bottom lip to keep from doing so. The movements saw Casey once more attempting to get out from beneath the larger boy, but Rick grabbed him via his basketball shorts and pulled them down until they came to his ankles.
The cool air had not been kind to the average-sized pinked cock that flopped out into view as it seemed to wave in Rick's direction jutting forward and throbbing with arousal and need as Casey's exposed pale backside pressed against the soft sheets of his new bed. Rick's half-naked heavy body had been on him as the brute's harsh lips crushed into Casey's without warning and they both found themselves caught up in the heated rush of the moment.
Rick flexed his muscles pinning Casey back against the bed as he noted his wide hips and abundant pubic hairs matching the dark brown hair on the top of his head. The angry brute's nostrils flared once more as he trailed his kisses along Casey's belly until he reached his middle and bypassed his pulsing cock as the scent that caught his attention got the better of him. Rick was confused as to why he could smell the secretions of a female's wetness on Casey but he was obsessed with getting to the bottom of it.
He parted the panting younger man's thighs and found to his surprise that Casey wasn't as much a male as he appeared to have been. Rick was bewildered when he met Casey's terrified expression before leaning down to lap up the wetness via his rather warm and slick tongue. It was strange feeling someone else playing with the innermost part of him and it made Casey moan out loud as his body seemed to crave more of the twisted brute licking him. Rick smirked and proceeded to lap at the slickness again and again causing Casey to nearly shout loud enough for his preoccupied mother to hear him before he put a hand over his mouth as Rick continued to lick him for fun.
Conflicted, Casey found himself trying his hardest to come to terms with Rick Channon his newest tormentor knowing his closely guarded secret. No one before aside from his doctors and his mother had known about his being born intersex and for the most part, he got away with merely being a boy as his penis was long enough to not warrant any questions. His hidden genitals had been a main concern only when a certain time of the month came and his mother would pull him out of school as a precaution until the phase had been over.
Over and over again, Rick's warm tongue lapped at Casey's innermost depths and caused his body to buck and shift along the mattress. Rick delighted in the torment he caused him and Casey couldn't decide if it was a good or a bad thing given the amount of sheer pleasure he felt from the older boy licking him as if he'd been the remains of a dinner place and he'd been starved for days.
Casey moaned into his hands as the sensitive flesh got the better of him and he began to lift his pelvis and pale arse off the mattress while Rick continued to toy with him causing his untimely release both in Rick's mouth and along his belly coating his bedding and shirt respectively, the angry brute's dark eyes gleaming as he smirked via his decidedly handsome soaking wet face before pulling down his jeans and revealing the throbbing monster cock he had in the locker room.
"Favor for a favor," he said in a gruff tone as he saw his way to shoving the angry thing into Casey's open mouth just as the younger man gasped for breath following Rick milking him dry between his thighs and his cock spurting high into the air and coating his stomach in reaction.
Casey had never done anything remotely close to getting someone else off let alone sucking them off to achieve the results. He only played with his own when in the mood and that only required his right hand. The younger man scrambled to get away from Rick fearful of the pulsing angry thing before him as it slid along his already slick chest via sweat and his release.
His hasty movements had caused him to fall off the bed and knock down a few books from the shelve he had up which promptly got his mother's attention. She had barely finished dinner and began to make her way up the stairs to investigate the noise and check on the boys. By the time she reached the door, Casey was sitting at his computer fully dressed as if he had done nothing at all with Rick sitting on the edge of the bed also dressed and appearing to have been bored via the selection of channels available on the nearby television set.
The bedroom window was opened and Casey's bed was a jumbled mess, but it had been more the usual whenever she opened the door. Seeing as he was in bed before she arrived she saw no need to expect it not to have been messy. They had also opened the bedroom window letting out some of the stenches of old gym socks and the hint of their act which remained undetected.
"What was that noise?" asked Casey's mother with an arched brow.
"The big muscle head you brought here knocked over my books," replied Casey in his usual nonchalant tone as he sat before his laptop clicking and reading.
"Casey that's no way to speak about your friend," replied Mrs. Peterson. "Besides dinner is finished and I would like him to stay."
"That's alright, Mrs. Peterson I have to get going anyway." piped Rick. "School tomorrow and whatnot."
"What about dinner, it's more than enough for three," said Mrs. Peterson not wishing for the young man to rush off. He was after all the first real acquaintance Casey had since coming to this place.
Rick looked over in Casey's direction as the rather nervous younger boy turned his attention to him to await the answer he'd give his mother.
"Sorry, but I already ate," replied Rick giving Casey a wink when his mother wasn't looking. "See you at school Case."
Casey felt something like ice run down his spine as he realized what the new day would bring. He did not doubt that Rick would make him suffer for his slight before his mother arrived.
"Yep," he replied trying to remain calm in the presence of his mother.
"Well, it's too bad Rick didn't want to stay, wash up and come down to dinner." Mrs. Peterson instructed her son before making her way back downstairs as well.
Casey attempted to keep himself from panicking as he once more went over the strange events that happened in his bedroom.
Rick Channon's tongue had been inside him and he could still feel the slickness of his saliva as he sat staring at his laptop and shutting it down to get ready for dinner. He also recalled his refusal to return the favor being what prompted his mother to interrupt them.
Casey sighed before getting up out of his chair and venturing toward the bedroom door.
There was no way Rick wasn't going to come after him now and this time he had leverage. He had left the angry brute high, but not in the least dry in this situation.