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Wednesday, March 8, 2017

Metamorphoses Ch. 13 ***NSFW***

Copyright 2017
Bailey Bradford


Chapter Thirteen


Clyde was trying to rip the bathroom door off its hinges. The chair Chellie had stuck under the knob was still securely in place. “Come on, come on,” Clyde muttered.  
Raider slipped in the tub and barely managed to keep from banging his head on the edge of it. More water cascaded onto the floor—or shot up like a geyser, Raider thought before he shook his head. He crawled out of the bathtub, sliding on the wet tiles, and flopped right onto his belly and chest. “Mmph.”
Clyde spun around and gasped. “Oh crap! Raider! Are you hurt?”
Then Clyde was falling, sliding in slow motion, arms flailing, mouth dropping open, eyes going wider than should have been possible. Raider saw it all as if it occurred in some sort of delayed time loop.
Clyde slid, slipped, contorted, and fell all the way across the bathroom. He vaulted over Raider—either accidentally or with no small measure of skill—and landed in the bathtub with a heavy thud. It didn’t sound like there was much water left to splash out.
Chellie’s wailing turned into a warrior’s shout. Whoever was out there with her was likely startled to discover Chellie wasn’t a helpless, delicate flower. She might play the part if her safety demanded it, but she’d put her black belt skills to use as soon as possible.
Which—Raider slithered more than anything else, making his way to the towel bar. He grabbed the edges of the two towels there and pulled them down. “You okay?” he rasped when Clyde was cursing a steady stream. Raider began to slip on towel under himself.
“Just banged up a little, nothing bad,” Clyde replied. He sounded breathless and angry. “What kind of twisted comedy did we wake up in?”
Raider was stable enough to risk tossing the second towel to Clyde. “It—“ A man’s bellow, followed by a very loud cracking noise, put an end to Raider’s reply. He stood on the towel, dimly aware that he was nude, and he tried to mop-walk with the towel under his feet.
“Good idea,” Clyde said. “This floor is slicker than snot on a door knob.”
“Ew.” Raider gagged a little at that image.
Another war-like shout from Chellie preceded a second pained scream from a man.
Raider reached the bathroom door and began to pound on it. “Chellie! Chellie, get the chair away from the knob!”
Then Clyde was behind him, leaning against Raider’s wet, naked backside. Clyde began to pound on the door with him.
Raider’s mind shorted out, though he kept beating on the door with one fist. Clyde was so close, all but curled around him. Filthy and fun visions flitted through Raider’s thoughts.
Clyde kept pounding, and every time he did so, he jostled against Raider. Soon he had his groin right up on Raider’s ass cheeks.
As amazing as that felt, Raider couldn’t truly enjoy it. His hand was throbbing and Chellie hadn’t stopped beating up someone or possibly more than one person.
It was difficult to decipher the voices—until one shrill, blaring voice cut through all the chaos.
“I’ll shoot the next som’bitch that comes near that girl!” Mrs. Jennings.
Either Mrs. Jennings saw something she didn’t like, or her finger slipped, because a shotgun blast was the next thing Raider heard.
“Chellie!” he bellowed. “Chellie!” Raider kept yelling until the door suddenly flew open outward, then he fell, and Clyde went with him.
“Oh, that’s why he wasn’t helping you!” Mrs. Jennings sniped. “He was having dirty sex with that boy!”
Raider wheezed as he tried to get a breath. Clyde was heavy, and while Raider would have probably loved to have Clyde in that position in private, right then it was not enjoyable.
And Raider was afraid Mrs. Jennings would shoot again, though he didn’t believe she’d try to kill him on purpose.
“I’ll take that,” Chellie said as she swept the gun out of Mrs. Jennings’ grip. “Thanks for the help. That guy was tougher than I thought.”
Sirens, faint at first, began to grow louder as Mrs. Jennings announced that she’d called the police.
“Good.” Chellie swiped at her cheek. “I didn’t get hurt, so stop looking at me like that, Raider. That moron slipped inside before I knew what was going on. I turned around and he was right there. I don’t think he expected me to attack.”
“But you’re okay?” he got out with what little breath he had in him.
“I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.” Chellie gestured at them. “Clyde, you’re gonna squash my bestie. You fell on the poor guy.”
“That’s not sex?” Mrs. Jennings asked, and boy, she sounded disappointed.
“This is definitely not sex,” Clyde informed her. “Raider was bathing and Chellie tricked me into going in—“
Mrs. Jennings harrumphed and started asking Chellie questions about the intruder.
Meanwhile, Clyde rolled off Raider, then helped him up. In short order, Clyde had Raider shuffled into his bedroom.
Raider couldn’t help but notice how Clyde kept touching him. He assumed Clyde was trying to cover some of his nude form from a potential ogling by Mrs. Jennings.
Except that Clyde pressed him up against the wall in the bedroom and kissed Raider with a hungry, rough dominance that set all of Raider’s lust surging to new heights.
Raider kissed him back just as fiercely, clutching at Clyde, scratching and digging in, trying to get closer as his need burned hotter and hotter.
It wasn’t the time or place, but that didn’t matter. Clyde slipped one hand down and fondled Raider’s dick.
Just that fast, Raider was hard, his balls drawing tight after a couple of strokes.
He would have come from that alone in a matter of minutes, but Clyde nipped his lips, pinched Raider’s right nipple with nimble fingers, then he swiftly sank to his knees, licking, kissing, nibbling all the way down until Raider’s cockhead smacked the underside of Clyde’s chin.
Raider had one second to look Clyde in the eyes, to hold his breath and wonder—
Clyde didn’t make him wait any longer than that. Wet heat surrounded the tip of Raider’s shaft and though he tried to keep his eyes open, his vision blurred and his eyelids couldn’t stay open.
Raider trembled all over. His legs felt shaky, like they were about to give out on him.
Clyde pressed a forearm across Raider’s waist, anchoring him in place.
And after that, it was a blur of swift pleasure, achingly perfect suction, and magical flicks of Clyde’s tongue. He didn’t deep throat Raider, only going down a few inches, but Clyde used his hand on the rest, and palmed Raider’s balls firmly.
It didn’t hurt, but the sensation was close to pain. It sent Raider into orgasm with surprising speed. He lasted perhaps an entire minute before he came, biting the knuckles of one hand to muffle his shout, while gripping Clyde’s hair with his other hand.
Lost in his release, Raider would have fallen over if not for Clyde’s arm, then Clyde’s body, pressed against him. Raider had just enough awareness returning to realize that Clyde was rutting, jacking himself and rubbed against Raider. Unsteady, loud huffs and grunts were released, Clyde’s breath hot as it wafted over Raider’s ear.
Clyde moved, repositioned, and with his arm around Raider’s hips, he was able to get closer.
Raider touched him, gentle, fierce, soft, hard, and Clyde dipped his head. Teeth, tongue, lips—Clyde began to suck up a spot on Raider’s neck. Vibrations rumbled up from Clyde’s chest.
Raider palmed Clyde’s ass and gave it a good, rough clench.
Clyde bucked, then hot cum splattered and smeared onto Raider’s skin.
It was the most intense sexual moment in Raider’s life. He wanted to revel in it, but the sound of police officers loudly announcing themselves chased off the lingering sexual bliss.
“Cops,” Clyde mumbled, mouth still pressed to Raider’s neck.
“Ungh.” Well, that was as coherent as Raider could be just then.
It took him a few minutes before he was able to trust his legs. Raider found himself shooting shy glances at Clyde, though he was unable to look directly at him.
Clyde didn’t seem bothered by Raider’s silence or inability to meet his eyes.
What had transpired between them should have been simply a physical thing, a one-off, a way to get rid of the undeniable sexual tension they shared.
Raider was afraid that wasn’t the case. He wanted Clyde, enough to be stupid and get off when the cops were on the way, enough to forget for a moment that his home had been invaded, enough to forget that Mrs. Jennings was probably listening at the door.

And that want was puzzling as well as intimidating. Raider was relieved when he and Clyde left the bedroom without addressing the matter.

4 comments:

Shorty Chelle said...

Loved it.

Heather Lane said...

So good!! I love it!

nikirenee said...

Well suck for the guy Chella beat up. Wonder who that was. nice chapter. :)

L.M. said...

Ha! So fun!

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