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Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Wiggle Ch. 5 ***NSFW***

Copyright 2017
Bailey Bradford





Chapter Five


After a nudge to his butt, which almost made him squeal, Chiz was ready to snap the head off of whomever had toes his ass.
Chiz glanced up from where he was crouched in the grocery store. He had a jar of Smucker’s Goober Chocolate in one hand, and he was dressed in his rattiest shorts and tank. Definitely not his best look. “Well, this is awkward.”
Bowen smirked at him. “Didn’t mean to spook ya.” Then he squinted at the jar in Chiz’s hand. “You eat that crap?”
Chiz didn’t, normally, but Bowen’s disdain for the peanut butter and chocolate spread stomped out Chiz’s indecision over buying the stuff, so he dropped it into his handbasket. “Yup. It’s how I keep my boyish figure.”
Bowen snorted and laughed. “Ain’t anything boyish about you, Chiz, and you know it.”
Chiz stood as smoothly as he could manage. For some reason, he felt the need to be in control and, well, smooth around Bowen.
Because you like him, a lot, and you want him to like you, too. How perfectly junior high of you.
Chiz pushed back a few strands of hair that were sticking to his forehead. “I just finished a five-mile run and need some sugar and carbs,” he found himself saying.
Bowen leaned over, then ducked his head and sniffed right beside Chiz’s ear. “Mm, I love the scent a man carries on him after workin’ hard.”
Chiz shivered as goose bumps pebbled his skin. “Yeah?”
Bowen exhaled over his skin again. “Yeah. Making me hard right now. Too bad you need that sugary-junk toenergize you. I was kinda hoping you’d want to come back to my place for a while.”
Chiz hadn’t seen Bowen in over a week, not since the great Dare Debacle. “Hadn’t heard from you. Figured you got what you wanted.”
Bowen pulled back. “Yeah? You ain’t called me either, bud.”
Chiz set the basket on the floor. “Uh, excuse me? You said you’d be in touch right before you hauled ass out the door.”
Bowen crossed his arms over his chest and scowled. “I didn’t haul ass! And you said you’d—“ He broke off and closed his eyes.
Chiz watched him and knew exactly when Bowen remembered who said what. Bowen blushed and opened his eyes. He unfolded his arms and sighed. “God damn it, I did say that. I thought—well, obviously I didn’t think at all. And no, I ain’t done, unless you’re done, then I guess I am done.”
“You two are talking gibberish and blocking the damn aisle,” snapped an older woman with gray and white hair. “Make up and move out of my way!”
“Jesus,” Bowen hissed, but he moved to stand at Chiz’s side. “Wanna get your stuff and come back to the ranch?”
Chiz’s heart raced. “The ranch?”
“Yes, he said the ranch, are you deaf?” the lady asked. “Stop wasting time and go do whatever it is men do together. You’ll be old and won’t have any sex drive before you know it.”
“Never,” Chiz countered. “I’ll die fucking.”
The woman cackled at him. “Sure, you think that now, but once you see the price of those ED medicines, you’ll accept impotence as a fact of getting old.”
“I will not,” Chiz argued, though there was a little ball of terror building in his gut. Dying young sounded better all the time. Or dying young-ish. He’d rather wait until he’d done some more living.
“Will too,” the woman said, almost singing the words.
Chiz decided she was just out for blood and he was done. He slipped his hand in Bowen’s, feeling brave at taking such a small action in public.
Bowen didn’t pull away, only clasped Chiz’s hand firmly. “No junk food?”
“Sex,” Chiz replied, casting a sideways glance at the lady still watching them. “And lots of it.”
She gave him a thumbs up then bent and took the Smucker’s Goober Chocolate and hummed.
Chiz shook his head. People never ceased to amaze him.
“I really thought you’d ditched me,” Bowen said as they left the store. “Don’t know where my head was. Well, that’s not true. Had a couple of foals get sick on me. Lost one of them.”
Chiz could hear the sadness in Bowen’s voice. “I can’t imagine having to deal with that. I mean, I cried when I ran over a frog the other day.” It had made a really gross noise. “It just hopped right out in front of my car.”
“You cried over a frog?” Bowen asked.
Chiz glared at him. “Yes, I did. It was a living thing and it popped under my tires.”
Bowen paled at that. “That’sthat’s disgusting, actually.”
“No kidding. I felt bad for the frog, but I felt bad for me, too.” Chiz shrugged. “I hate killing anything except for flies and roaches. Those things need to die. But—“ And why oh why was he babbling? “When I was a kid, I had two pet frogs. Kept them inside and in a tank except for when it was playtime for them. I cried when they died, too. Mom said I’m too tender-hearted.”
Bowen had opened the truck door for him by then. Chiz hesitated to get in. “Er, did you want to buy some groceries or something?”
Bowen took him by the elbow and encouraged him to get in. “Nope. Saw you lope in there and had to work up the nerve to approach you since I thought you’d ditched me.”
Chiz got in and waited for Bowen to join him after shutting the truck doors. “Do I intimidate you?” Chiz asked jokingly.
Bowen started the truck. “Actually, yeah, maybe. I’mI’m trying to work out what’s happening between us.”
Chiz grinned. “Well, you promised me sex.” And they’d agreed that they liked each other, kinda. Chiz thought about letting it go, but he couldn’t. “I thought we were going to, I dunno. See each other.” He was afraid to use the d-word.
“Date?” Bowen apparently had no such concerns. “That what you meant? Or you just wanna fuck when we can?”
Chiz bit his bottom lip. It wasn’t like him to be so nervous about speaking up. He didn’t care for it at all. “I want to fuck, definitely, butmore than that, too.”
Bowen nodded. “Got it. We canwe can do that. I ain’t dated anyone in a long time. Maybe never.”
“Seems like you should know whether you’ve dated before or not,” Chiz said, but decided not to press the matter. “So, I’m really going to get to see your ranch? Or were you planning on me leaving after we bump uglies?”
Bowen barked out a laugh. “Ain’t anything ugly about what parts we’ll be bumping together, and I, er, I kinda wanted you to stay over, if you want to. Tomorrow’s Saturday, and I could use help mucking the stalls since the part-time hands are off.”
“What?” Chiz borderline-screeched. Then he saw Bowen’s grin. “Oh, ha ha! I don’t know what mucking out stalls is, but it doesn’t sound like anything a person would do on a date, so I’ll pass.”
“Aw, now come on. You help me muck out the stalls—use a pitchfork to shovel up the horse shit and hay—then we could go riding, if you want.”
“Riding?” Chiz blinked. “As in, a horse, or me riding you?”
Bowen sucked in a sharp breath. “Uhn. Both.”
“But not at the same time?” Chiz clarified. He had never ridden a horse, and it sounded terrifying. Him, on top of a huge animal he’d stick to riding men, or one man, for now. Wait! Does that mean we’re monogamous? I don’t Chiz was getting himself worked up over nothing. He shook his head.
“It’s been done, but I’d prefer not to get thrown off mid-fuck,” Bowen was saying. “Heard stories about guys breaking their parts that way.”
“You’re killing the mood, you know that, right?” Chiz joked.
Bowen reached over and cupped Chiz’s cock through the thin jogging shorts. “Let me see if I can revive the mood.”
“You’re reviving it just fine.” Chiz closed his eyes and leaned his head back before he pumped his hips. “Oh, yeah, just like that.”
Bowen massaged Chiz’s dick and balls for most of the drive to the ranch. By the time they got there, Chiz’s shaft was hard enough to chip wood—ha!—and Bowen had a nice bulge going himself.
The sun was just beginning to set when Bowen shut the truck off. “Out,” he said gruffly. “Get out and get ready to be fucked hard.”
Chiz clenched his ass and was out the door in seconds.
Bowen must have ran because he was there, at the passenger side, grabbing Chiz and dragging him to the back of the truck. They were out in the wide-open, with a barn and house andand horses staring at them.
“People—“ Chiz began.
“No one else here but us and the horses,” Bowen said as he lowered the tailgate. He put Chiz in front of him and pushed between his shoulder blades.
Chiz bent willingly, but he glanced back and—“That horse is watching us. It’s creepy.”
Bowen pulled Chiz’s shorts down and trailed his fingers the length of Chiz’s crack until he teased at Chiz’s hole. “Let ‘em watch. Maybe they’ll learn a thing or two.”
Before Chiz could say anything else, Bowen used his other hand to press on his nape. Chiz put his head down and moaned when Bowen pushed two semi-slicked fingers into his ass.
“Little dry,” Bowen observed. “Spit don’t always do it.”
“I—“ Chiz moaned again. “Ungh. Like the burn.”
“Won’t when I’m fucking you,” Bowen warned, then liquid hit Chiz’s hole, he quit thinking about what was making him wet and simply fucked himself on Bowen’s fingers.
“Pretty sight,” Bowen said after several minutes. He worked another digit in. “Some day I wanna fist you.”
“That—ungh—that sounds long-term,” Chiz muttered without inhibition. Had he been able to think, he’d not have said such a thing.
“Maybe.” Bowen thrust those fingers in harder, faster. “If we both want that.”
Chiz didn’t know what he wanted besides a good fucking. He tried to spread his legs, but his shorts were down around his ankles.
Bowen used his own legs to close Chiz’s. “Nope. Gonna make your ass even tighter.”
“It’s—“ Chiz gasped when Bowen pulled his fingers out. The rest of his sentence died as he heard Bowen opening the condom package. “You can fuck me without it. I’m on meds—“
“Not yet.” Bowen lined up his cock. Chiz shivered. Although Chiz took the meds as a precaution, he’d never had anyone fuck him without a condom on. He’d never offered his ass to anyone like he’d just done with Bowen. Part of him was relieved Bowen had said no.
Then all of him was on fire with lust as Bowen thrust into him, burying his thick cock all the way in, his balls slapping against Chiz’s, the burn and stretch too much but too good to ask Bowen to stop.
“Good boy,” Bowen growled, then he pulled back and slammed in again.
And again.
And again.
Chiz mewled as his hips crammed against the tailgate, but he didn’t want Bowen to stop. He wanted more, harder, until every part of him ached from being fucked so supremely.
As if Bowen knew what he wanted, Bowen powered into him with more force. He grabbed Chiz’s hair and pinned his head down. A low, long growling sound emanated from Bowen, and it didn’t sound human.
Chiz was so turned on, he barely held back long enough to grab his dick. He jacked himself two times, then Bowen roared, and bit him, and pain and lust and so many things exploded inside of Chiz, not the least of which was his climax.
His vision was blurry when he tried to open his eyes. He blinked and wondered why Bowen’s hand looked hairier than normal, then closed his eyes again and wrote it off as a sex-fueled delusion.
Bowen kept biting him, and pounding into Chiz so hard at times his teeth clacked. It was rough and perfect, and he had a mini-climax when Bowen slammed in hard and stopped biting him long enough to shout.

Chiz was vaguely aware of a buzzing in his ears, then darkness washed over him and the annoying sound stopped.

10 comments:

Shorty Chelle said...

Loved it.

Theresa Talavera said...

Lovet it. Glad that you are better.

Heather Lane said...

Woowee! I loved it!

Lisa Linkous said...

Oh boy!

nikirenee said...

Hmm. mating bite without permission or just biting sex. should be interesting when he comes too.

Bailey;-) said...

Thank you Shorty Chelle!

Bailey;-) said...

Hi Theresa Talavera! And thank you so much!!

Bailey;-) said...

I'm glad, Heather Lane!

Bailey;-) said...

Lisa Linkous, oh something, for sure lol :D Chiz might be one ticked off man when he comes to.

Bailey;-) said...

nikirenee, and the fun part is, I don't know which it was, either!!

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