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Thursday, March 2, 2017

Metamorphoses Ch. 12 ***NSFW***

Copyright 2017
Bailey Bradford



Chapter Twelve


Clyde could hardly believe it! He’d gotten to see the star of his spank bank material naked! Glistening. Wet. Sudsy.
Naked.
Did it make him a pervert to be happy about that? He’d even gotten a glimpse of Raider’s cock, though it’d been soft—at first. Even soft, it was pudgy, and Clyde was a fan of pudgy dicks. He might not have had sex yet, but he knew from all the porn he watched that he wanted a fat pecker, because girth sure looked better than length.
Though he wasn’t opposed to a combo of the two.
Raider looked like he’d been blessed with both.
Clyde’s mouth watered and he went hot and fizzy inside, arousal bubbling up starting at the pit of his stomach but quickly spreading down south. His fingertips went numb, perhaps from the sudden rush of blood to his groin.
He hoped Raider wouldn’t notice his erection, and hoped Raider would notice it, too.
Sheer nerves and lust made Clyde speak. He couldn’t refrain from asking if Raider was turned on by him, too.
Although, he did wish he’d managed to ask in a less skeevy way.
Now Raider was staring at him with a mix of emotions flitting across Raider’s expression that Clyde couldn’t quite read. Was Raider trying to tell him to get lost? Was he disgusted? Did he think Clyde was a weirdo sexual predator for standing there?
As Raider sputtered and halted, forming no words, but rather a single vowel or consonant here and there, Clyde began to believe he’d really fucked up. Had he really been so bold—no, so stupid—as to ask Raider if his dick liked him?
Clyde groaned and pressed the heel of one hand to his forehead. He said the dumbest shit sometimes.
“Y-you’re very attractive,” Raider whispered.
Clyde’s heart did a rapid lub-dub-dub and his cock grew even harder. He looked at Raider while moving his hand down, slowly, from his forehead to his groin. Oh fuck, that feels good! He pressed against his dick, then rubbed.
Raider whimpered, and the washcloth he’d tried to cover himself with floated away as he reached for his shaft.
Twin spots of red darkened on Raider’s cheeks. He bit his lip and rubbed his thumb over his slit.
Clyde had never, ever gotten his pants unbuttoned and unzipped so fast. He was lucky he didn’t do himself damage as he freed his penis so he could stroke it.
Raider’s gaze went right to it, and he licked his lips when Clyde began to masturbate.
It was crazy. They didn’t know each other, had barely spoken to one another. Still, the attraction between them was a pull too strong to resist.
Almost. Chellie apparently had the power to kill it or at least temporarily derail it, because the moment she began singing loudly—and badly—a song Clyde had never heard before. Or at least not in such a butchered form.
Clyde’s erection began to wilt with the first few words out of her mouth. He’d forgotten Chellie was right outside the door, or close to it.
Raider seemed equally appalled. He ducked under the water after hissing with what seemed to be annoyance or anger.
Water and bubbles sloshed all over the floor.
Clyde tucked his dick away and wished he could just evaporate. Most of the human body was water anyway, so evaporation should have been a thing instead of spontaneous combustion.
But he’d be okay with that, too.
“Just two young guys with hormones galore,” he muttered for an excuse when Raider popped back up. He figured he should offer the guy some kind of out for what had happened.
Raider sat up and propped his elbows on the side of the bathtub. “That’s all this was? Is? Because I still feel
Since he didn’t finish the sentence, Clyde took a guess, one he hoped wasn’t wrong. “Like there’s something sparking between us?” Lust, hot and a livewire they both kept touching.
Raider nodded after he gulped. “Yes.” He raked Clyde with a hungry look. “Yes. If Chellie weren’t here
Man, Clyde really wanted Raider to start finishing his sentences! He wanted to know what Raider would do if Chellie wasn’t there. Before he could decide whether or not to ask what Raider wanted to say, Chellie let out a very brief shriek.

It sent a chill racing down Clyde’s spine, and Raider shot to his feet, eyes wide.

3 comments:

Heather Lane said...

This is great! Thank you!

Cinders Osborne said...

Absolutely awesome

nikirenee said...

thanks for making me laugh.

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