A Good Ol’ Country Boy
By Alexx Andria
Copyright 2012 by Alexx Andria
Smashwords edition
The following fictitious short story is intended for mature audiences only. It depicts some sexual situations that some may find offensive. If you’re not 18 or older, please find something else to read!
All I can say without a doubt was, at six foot three inches and corded with enough muscle to make a nun forget her vows of celibacy, Chase Cafferty was the best thing about this Podunk town that I’d managed to find since my dad moved us here to Nowhere, United States a month ago after a job change my senior-freaking-year.
And I wanted him. I figured if anything could relieve my boredom it was this brawny specimen. Before long, I was innocently popping into places where I knew he’d be, casually striking up conversation here and there. But finally, my impatience had gotten the better of me so when I’d tracked him down to the feed and seed that sultry summer day, I’d had an ulterior motive in mind.
“Hey Chase,” I said, after covertly watching him load a shit ton of hay into the back of his truck and getting wet at the thought of licking the sweat from each rounded swell of muscle across his chest and arms. I sent him an appreciative glance before sliding up onto the tailgate of his older Ford F150 truck. “Looking good.”
“Thanks,” he murmured with a shy grin that killed me. “Not bad yourself. Whatcha doin’?”
You, hopefully. “Nothing. Bored out of my mind, as usual. What do people do for fun around here anyway?”