Let's all shamelessly flirt with Carson

[NoJo]

I like having my epiglottis tickled.

 

[Rhys]

He looks down at me, then up at the empty belt hanging where he’d bound my hands. He frowns disapprovingly, but then I squeeze his ass and we both start laughing.

“You know what I fucking hate?” he asks as he lights a cigarette, pulling off me to lean against the wall with his knees up.

“What’s that?” I ask.

“Someone who fucking tops from the bottom.”

I could have thrown his ass out after that. He'd obviously stalked me to find out where I lived. However, he amused me. He was eager, sweet, and horny as fuck. He was shameless too which further amused me. I offered him a cigarette, and he lit it, dragging the aromatic smoke deep into his lungs.

He tries to be the big bad top. I can see him gathering his thoughts together. He's going to finish his smoke, grab his clothes and give me a pat on the head before he departs. Before he can say it however, I gesture at the door.

"The exit's that way. Pull the door all shut when you leave, it tends to stick." I stand up, grind out the cigarette and make my way to the bathroom. I turn on the water in the walk in shower and wait for the steam to rise. I'm not paying much attention so when the pale arms wrap around me from the back side, I look up sharply. He lays his cheek against my shoulder and sighs quietly. I stand there for a moment contimplating this. Then I pull him to the shower and push him in.

"Ready for round three?" I ask

 

[carsonshepherd]

so he isn't down in the cellar yet...

I was just thinking this is the most boring flirt thread I've ever seen...

Now it gets interesting

 

[Rhys]

Fuck you.

 

[carsonshepherd]

Fuck you.

 

[Rhys]

you and joe have fun.

I'm going to go balance my chequebook.

 

[carsonshepherd]

you and joe have fun.

I'm going to go balance my chequebook.

 

[Rhys]

He grins and ducks under the pounding water. If he thinks he's getting another shot at my ass, its not going to happen. I don't bottom much at all so I'm going to be feeling that fuck for the day, for the rest of the week probably. He reaches for the soap and my dick and I like the way he thinks...

 

[carsonshepherd]

The water is so hot it burns my skin for a second and I gasp in shock until I adjust. Steam fills the glassed enclosure as he presses me face to the tiles, his hands running over my back along with the rivulets of water. His cock brushes my butt cheeks and I twist my head in disbelief - he can's possibly be hard again already, not this soon. But my eyes and my hand, reaching back, don't lie. He is. Not all the way, but not limp. Note to self: Ask what vitamins he takes. But then I just sigh with contentment as he presses his hard naked body behind me under the scorching spray.

 

[carsonshepherd]

He slides his hands around my hips and up my belly, toying with the trail of curly hair, following it up my sternum to where it disappears between my nipples. The water drums hypnotically and I kind of drift. Tired. Haven't been eating or sleeping much since he exploded into my life. Would never tell him that, though. He's already too fucking sure of himself.

His thumbs toy with my nipples, circling them. I close my eyes and rest my forehead against the tiles. Then without warning he pinches my nipples, hard. I let out a shout of protest as pain shoots through me, along with a bolt of anger.

"Man, that fucking hurts!"

He laughs in my ear and strokes my aching nipples. "But you like it."

"No I don't, asshole, I already told you -"

"You're a liar." And he slides one hand back down my belly to the proof of his words - my dick getting hard. He wraps his wet hand around it and squeezes slightly. "Aren't you? You like it, don't you."

I'm helpless, so all I can do is just admit it. "Yeah," I whisper.

 

[carsonshepherd]

"Besides," he whispers as he strokes my cock slowly. "You didn't wait for me to tell you where I live. You had to push it. You fucking followed me and I don't like that. So you'll have to be punished for it."

 

[carsonshepherd]

His comment gives me a warning ping in the pit of my stomach but at the same time I don't care, not really. It's not like me to throw caution to the wind but something about him makes me not care about the consequences. All I care about is now.

He moves away from me and slides open the shower door and sticks his arms out, rummaging in a cabinet next to the shower. When he closes the door again he has two things: shaving cream and a pack of razors.

I gasp and my eyes widen in disbelief. "No."

He's grinning his evil grin. Hellfire and brimstone dance in his blue eyes. I feel myself descending in a handbasket...

"Oh, yes," he coos. "This is what I do to stalker boys."

 

[carsonshepherd]

"I'm serious. No." I start to panic as he pulls out one of the razors. "I can't. My boyfriend - what do I tell him? He'll freak if he ever found out... And if I come home shaved -"

"You're a writer aren't you?" He shrugs, smirking. "Come up with a nice pretty story to tell him. You're good at pretty stories."

And he sets the razor on the ledge and squeezes a big dollop of shaving gel on his hand. I watch apprehensively as he lathers it between his palms. I could probably bolt; it's not like he'd force me. But thing is - I don't even want to go anywhere.

"I like my boys smooth," he whispers, grinning at the look on my face. "You'll be really yummy when I finish. I may have to eat you for breakfast."

 

[Rhys]

He's trembling and he looks like a drowned, scared little rabbit, with his blue eyes as big as saucers. He regards me with clear aprehension, but he hasn't bolted yet. He's getting off on this. Kinky little fucker. He licks his lips slowly and watching that pink tongue is almost hypnotising. I coat my hands with gel and reach for his cock. His skin instantly breaks into gooseflesh as I massage the cream into the dark blond patch of pubes. His dick is leaking slowly. I see a bubble form on the tip, and I know he's so turned on by this...

 

[Rhys]

Wide eyed, he grips the shower head and I watch the muscles in his arms flex as he struggles not to react. I work my way down, massaging the cream into his ball sac and he throws his head back and whimpers. I have a very wicked idea. He's so much shorter than me, I could practically fold him up under my arms. This requires me to get down on my knees if I want to do this properly.

However. The tile is hard. It's also been a long time since I got on my knees for anyone.

But I have a remedy for this situation. I grin at him and pull him loose from the shower head. He shakes his head in confusion. His knees are a little wobbly I think. I turn the water off, tug him out of the shower, and drape a towel around his shoulders. I find another one and wrap it quickly around my waist. The steam from the shower prevents the room from getting too chilly. I then guide him to the sink counter top and ease him onto it gently. I spread his thighs and stroke him and he moans again, this time arching his back into the mirror. I angle the side mirror so he can watch what I am doing and then I grab the razor...

 

[carsonshepherd]

My head spins as he shoves me back against the mirror. This is crazy. But I'm relieved to be off the slippery tiles, because I was starting to panic as the picture of slipping and falling and having to call an ambulance spun wildly through my head. That would be a bitch to explain to my boyfriend.

 

[Rhys]

(aside: What a drama princess!)

 

[carsonshepherd]

(aside: What a drama princess!)

(I have an overactive imagination.... so?)

 

[Rhys]

I push his knees back a bit and change the angle so that I can shave him more effectively. He bites his lip when the first stroke of the razor glides over his pale flesh. Carefully, I remove the first thatch of hair and clean the razor. His damp pubes still curl but there are considerably less of them now.

For the next stage, I use a thicker cream lotion. Shaving cream can actually burn in delicate places, and while the thrill of sending him home to his boyfriend completely bare is highly amusing, I want him to enjoy this. So, I massage the lotion into his upper thighs and across the pubic bone. He moans again and his shaft is rock hard...

 

[NoJo]

I'm fed up with shameless flirting. Let's try some shameful flirting now.

Carson, I- I- have a confession to make... um, jeez this is hard to say...

y'know how I keep saying how happily married I am, with two kids and all?

well, lately, I've been... I've been having certain.. feelings, you know...

 

[carsonshepherd]

I'm fed up with shameless flirting. Let's try some shameful flirting now.

Carson, I- I- have a confession to make... um, jeez this is hard to say...

y'know how I keep saying how happily married I am, with two kids and all?

well, lately, I've been... I've been having certain.. feelings, you know...

*strokes top of head*

I know. It's nothing to be ashamed of. It's natural. Let it out.

 

[Rhys]

I push his legs back as wide as he can manage. He looks so deliciously slutty draped across the counter top. He moans again as I run the razor straight down. Pale pink skin begins to emerge and I use short careful strokes, keeping my motions quick and deft. I cup his balls, and run my fingers lightly over them. His dick waves in the air and a drop of precum splashes on the counter top. He's biting his lip and watching in the mirror as I slowly stroke the razor over his balls and he whimpers as I let my index finger graze lower...finding the entrance to his hole...

 

[carsonshepherd]

I catch my breath. I want to close my eyes, but at the same time I feel compelled to watch in the mirror as the razor strokes my balls. It burns just a little, making them more senstitive than they've ever been before. His hand is steady and sure, he's obviously done this before, but one little slip... I don't even like to think about it.

"Please don't cut me," I beg him breathlessly as I bite my lip. Fear mixes with pleasure...

 

[Rhys]

I give him an evil and very toothy grin. I want him to see just how sharp my incisors are. He stares at me and whimpers again, but the fear is clearly an aphrodisiac for him. I manipulate the razor so that it catches the hairs underneath his balls. He is just as bare as the day he was born now. I take a wash cloth and gently remove all the remaining cream and gel. Then, out of curiosity, I run my finger over his fluttering hole again and stroke his shaft at the same time. He moans loudly and bucks his hips off the counter.

Time to drag him back into the shower...

 

[OhMissScarlett]

Carson will be right back, after these messages.