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Thursday, June 15, 2017

Wiggle Chapter 13 ***NSFW***

Copyright 2017
Bailey Bradford

It's Looooonnnnnggggg. Do I mean the installment, or....





Chapter Thirteen


Dare wasn’t the brightest bulb in the package, but he knew when he was being set up. “Nuh uh,” he mumbled, sitting up even though Chiz tried to push him back down. “No, stop. I’m not totally stupid.”
Chiz scowled at him and Bowen grasped Dare’s shoulder. Dare braced himself for a punch.
“I said I’m sorry,” he forced out quickly. He hated being hurt.
“Dare. Look at me.”
Something in Bowen’s voice made it impossible to ignore that order. Dare blinked and glanced at Bowen. It was really hard to hold his stare. Doing so made Dare trembly inside and out. He wanted to duck his head so bad, but he had to follow that order.
“I’m not gonna hit you anymore,” Bowen said slowly, evenly, as if he were talking to a spooked animal.
Which is what Dare felt like—a big, giant chicken.
“I won’t either,” Chiz replied. “I mean, I bet Bowen would slap your ass if you wanted him to.”
Dare squeaked and that was it, he couldn’t look away—but he could close his eyes.
“How about I watch you two,” Bowen said, and having his eyes closed somehow made Dare feel those words much more than he thought he would have otherwise.
He felt them like a hand around his dick.
“Clean him up first, Chiz. Wait.”
A big, rough hand cupped Dare’s chin, and he opened one eye the teeniest bit he could while managing to see out of it. Bowen grinned and bent down, until he was almost nose to nose with Dare. The warm, minty rush of Bowen’s breath over his mouth made Dare whimper.
Bowen stroked Dare’s jaw with his thumb. “You want to play around with us? Want to fuck Chiz after he sucks you off? Or maybe I’ll have you switch that around. You want that?”
Dare gulped, and his throat made a weird clicking sound when he tried to swallow.
Of course he choked, and began coughing and hacking like the world’s biggest idiot.
Bowen let go of his chin right quick.
“Shit, you killed him,” Chiz quipped before rubbing Dare’s back. “Damn it. I just realized something.”
“What is that?” Bowen asked.
Dare was still coughing and wishing he’d just spontaneously combust.
“I’m not even mad at you anymore, you asshole,” Chiz said. “Ugh. I can hold a grudge. Sometimes. Maybe. Okay not really, but I should be mad at you longer.”
Dare wondered what the heck that was about, but since he had just managed to drag in a wheezing breath, he didn’t ask.
“Thank you,” Bowen said to Chiz.
Dare’s eyes were watering, but he could blurrily see Bowen lean in and kiss Chiz. Heard Chiz’s sharp intake and muffled moan. Felt Chiz’s hand clench on his back.
Dare’s dick was harder than ever even though he was dizzy from lack of oxygen. He blinked furiously and wanted to moan himself when Bowen pulled Chiz into his arms and kissed him like he owned Chiz’s soul.
Or maybe like Chiz owned his.
But if they were that close, would they want Dare to fuck around with?
Dare didn’t know. He’d heard plenty of stories about people having open relationships and such, watched lots of porn about it, too. But was it a real thing?
Bowen released Chiz and turned to Dare. “Yes or no, man? You want to play with Chiz?”
Dare squinted. “You’re not trying to trick me?” he rasped.
Bowen hissed. “Whoever fucked with your head needs a beating.” Then he huffed. “Guess we haven’t helped with that. It’s like we all clashed, and maybe it was for the wrong reason.”
“I don’t know what you mean.” Dare hated to admit it, but it was true.
“I mean, maybe all that anger and temper was really something else,” Bowen explained. He cupped Dare’s chin again. “Don’t cough on me, okay? And say no if you don’t want this.”
“Don’t want—“ Dare knew his eyes had to be huge as it dawned on him what Bowen was about to do—kiss him. Hopefully like he’d just kissed Chiz, with all that powerful control and—
Dare whimpered, unable to contain the needy sound as Bowen’s lips brushed over his. Dare’s eyes closed of their own accord, and he clutched at Bowen and Chiz, grasping each man by an arm.
Bowen moved his other hand up to Dare’s nape, then it happened—that strength and passion and control was on Dare, in Dare, pouring from Bowen into him, mouth, hand, presence. Dare had never felt anything like it in his life. He was utterly surrounded by Bowen, and in that moment, he’d have given Bowen anything.
Then Bowen was nuzzling over his cheek, and Chiz was there, and all the aches and pains Dare had just didn’t matter. Chiz kissed him, slick tongue fast and furious, parrying with Dare’s. Bowen still held Dare’s chin and nape; Chiz was touching Dare’s chest, rubbing his pecs, making Dare’s nipples ache.
“Bathroom, both of you,” Bowen rumbled. “If this is what you both want.”
“Yes,” Chiz chimed in along with Dare.
Dare couldn’t believe this was happening. The two men he’d fantasized about, had fought with and made a fool of himself around twice, they wanted him.
Well, that should have cooled his ardor, remembering what a doofus he’d been, but Chiz was beaming at him, still touching his chest, and Bowen was helping Dare up off the bed.
“Chiz, take his clothes off.” Bowen stepped back and tucked his thumbs in his front jeans pockets. The pose framed his crotch, and Dare practically drooled when he saw the huge bulge there. Bowen really was well-endowed.
“You’re not—“ Dare couldn’t finish, because Chiz pulled Dare’s shirt right up and over his head.
“I’m going to watch,” Bowen said. “And y’all are gonna do what I say. You like getting fucked better than fucking?”
Dare shook his head. He was hot with need and embarrassment. Such blunt sex talk was new to him. “Either.”
“But no pain,” Bowen observed. “You’ve had enough of that to last you a lifetime, right?”
Was it wrong for him to agree? Dare would say anything to keep this going on.
“Tell me the truth,” Bowen ordered. “Chiz isn’t going to stop unless you tell him to, but we need to know what you like or don’t like.”
Dare would like to be fucked by both men at once, but Bowen had said he would be directing, so Dare wasn’t going to push. “No pain.” But he would be honest.
Bowen nodded. “Get the rest of his clothes off.”
Chiz did so, touching Dare all over, cooing over his ass, praising it, and the rest of Dare’s build. Dare’s cock wasn’t as big as Bowen’s looked to be, but he wasn’t lacking there, either.
And Chiz definitely approved. “Look at this monster.” He cupped Dare’s balls in one hand and traced the slit of his cock with his other. “Big slit. Bet you come a lot.”
Dare’s legs were getting shaky and they hadn’t even gotten to the sex part yet!
“Shower, babe. He needs the blood washed off.” Bowen winked as he walked past them. “Warm water or cool?”
“Dare?” Chiz asked. “Or hot? Whatever you want.”
“Warm,” he managed to say just as Chiz pressed the side of his thumb against Dare’s slit.
“Warm it is,” Bowen said. He started the shower. “Wash him. Everywhere.”
Chiz waited until Dare was in the shower, then Chiz was naked and in there with him, wet, warm, his thick dick hard and pointing right at Dare.
Chiz smirked and grabbed the soap and washcloth Bowen handed him. “Time to get you clean. Everywhere.
Dare couldn’t possibly blush any harder. “Er—“
“Yes, even your ass,” Bowen said. “He’s gonna was you all over, touch every inch of you.”
Rather than argue, Dare decided to let go of his inhibitions. He wanted whatever he could have from Bowen and Chiz.
Chiz soaped up the cloth, then he began gently washing Dare’s wound. “Get this over with first, so we have nothing but fun stuff afterwards.”
As turned on as Dare was, he hardly noticed the pain as Chiz cleaned the injury. Chiz murmured soft, unintelligible things to Dare, words, but Dare was lost in the moment, in totally letting go. He’d never trusted anyone like he was trusting the two men in the bathroom with him. There was a buzzing in his head, his heart was pounding hard, and he was covered in goose bumps despite the warm water.
“Now, the rest of him,” Bowen said. “Slowly.”
Chiz cackled, and he did exactly what Bowen had said. Dare braced his hands on the shower wall as Chiz took his time soaping him up.
Chiz started with Dare’s face, and in between sudsy swipes with the cloth, Chiz kissed him—nibbling, fierce kisses that left Dare breathless.
Then Chiz massaged Dare’s neck while washing him, and proceeded to do the same to Dare’s shoulders and arms. It felt good, both sexual and caring. Dare would have to be careful. He could quickly become attached to feeling like he mattered to someone.
And that’s how Chiz, and even Bowen, made him feel. Though Bowen wasn’t touching him, Bowen’s heated gaze and the way he instructed Chiz to take care of him ensured that Dare knew Bowen was just as much a part of what was happening as Chiz and Dare were.
“His nipples look dirty,” Bowen observed. “Might need to use your mouth on ‘em.”
“Yeah, I might.” Chiz pushed the shower head aside, then he rubbed one of Bowen’s nipples with the rough cloth before sealing his lips around the other. The perfectly timed tug to both nipples pulled a moan out of Dare. He slipped his hands over to Chiz’s hips and held on as Chiz sucked and lapped, teasing and spurring Dare’s lust to greater heights.
“More,” Bowen said. “He needs more.”
Chiz kept at it, working Dare’s nipples into stiff peaks, so sensitive even Chiz’s breath made them ache in an exquisite way.
“Look at the six-pack. Needs to be scrubbed.”
Chiz followed orders unquestioningly. Dare began to pant, rubbing his dick against any part of Chiz he could reach.
Then Chiz dropped to his knees and started washing Dare’s legs, his hips his dick and balls.
Dare tried really hard to control himself, but he was too excited, too aroused by Chiz and Bowen. He ground his teeth and bit his tongue, but to no avail. When Chiz ran the cloth over his balls and nuzzled his slit, Dare came. “I’m—“ he managed before Chiz sucked the tip in, taking the first spurt of cum eagerly, moaning, that hand on his balls moving back until the washcloth was right there, rough and perfect against Dare’s hole.
Chiz applied just the right amount of pressure, both to Dare’s asshole and around his cockhead. Chiz used his tongue to drive Dare’s orgasm higher, hotter, drawing it out until Dare’s legs gave out.
He’d have fallen—again—had he not been caught by Bowen. It had to be Bowen since Chiz had been kneeling.
Dare had enough brain cells left to be thankful he hadn’t ended up getting bitten, considering where Chiz’s mouth had just been.
But he didn’t have much time to muse over it, because Bowen turned him around, braced Dare’s hands on the wall, and held Dare in place as he said, “Now you can do the backside. I want to hear him scream when he comes this time.”
Ohoh damn!
“Wash him good, then I’m gonna hold his ass open for you so you can rim him before you fuck him.”

Whatever things Dare had fucked up in his life, this made up for all of it. All the pain and insults and fear, the disappointments. How two men he hardly knew could touch him inside, emotionally, was a puzzle to Dare. He just hoped they didn’t break him when they were done with him.

10 comments:

Shorty Chelle said...

Love it.

Heather Lane said...

That was GOOD! 😁 And congrats on having Amber and family moving to you! Hope the moving process goes smoothly!

Margaret S said...

If this scene gets much hotter something is going to explode.Loved it.

nikirenee said...

Ohhh. I loved it. Date is just soaking up the caring.

Theresa Talavera said...

Love the instalment!

Bailey;-) said...

Thank you Shorty Chelle!

Bailey;-) said...

Thank you, Heather Lane! Twice over :D I'm excited to have them here, although the helping them move part is not fun lolol. I'll be driving to Texas and back later in the week.

Bailey;-) said...

Lol, thank you, Margaret S! <3

Bailey;-) said...

He is, nikirenee. And it's spooking him a bit, too. O.o

Bailey;-) said...

Theresa Talavera, thank you so much!

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