A Touch of Heaven
This story is based on the life of one George Carr. (Name changed -- obviously) Please treat it with the respect a true story deserves. See the introduction to chapter 1 for the details.
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Rick.
A Touch of Heaven
Chapter 19
Once we were in the lounge, I asked Scott to strip. Scott did a little striptease for me in order to get to the naked state I wanted him in.
"Now, you are not allowed to touch your cock until we get ready to go home for dinner tomorrow. If it needs to be held or something then I will be the one to do that and you must ask me nicely for my help every time. Ok?" I demanded.
"So far so good." Scott replied.
"Good. Now come here and take my clothes off for me." I instructed.
Scott had no problem with complying with that order either. He quickly moved over to me and began to undress me. Of course that did not take much as there were only two items to remove -- my shirt and my shorts. I had no undies on and we had both shed our footwear shortly after we had arrived. However Scott did remove both those items in a very sensuous way which helped to keep both of our hard cocks' rock hard. "Now take our clothes and put them in the bedroom and bring the soap bag from my bag to bathroom." I ordered.
I left Scott picking up the clothes and went to the bathroom to wait for him. Of course it did not take him long and he was still sporting a good bobbing hard on as he walked into the bathroom. I nearly told him to close the door, but then thought that as we were alone it did not matter and so changed my mind.
"In my soap bag, you will find a new razor. I want you to use that to shave me. I want to be smooth both back and front." I told Scott.
"You mean you want me to shave your pubes off and also to shave your bum?" Scott tried to clarify what I had asked him to do.
"I want you to shave me from my armpits to just above where my short's legs end." I explained. "So come on, we will have to do it in the shower so that it can be washed away easily." I continued as I stepped into the shower alcove. We were lucky because the Jacksons had a separate shower from the bath tub and the alcove was a custom build and was big enough for two and maybe even three to fit in. "Now I don't want to cum yet, so if I tell you to stop, you must stop immediately until I tell you to carry on." I explained.
Scott followed me into the alcove and slid the glass doors closed. This was not for privacy as the doors were not frosted or coloured and so were completely see through; rather it was to reduce the risk of mess to be cleaned up. I was closest to the taps and so turned them on adjusting them to get the water temperature to how I liked it. I then lifted my arms into the air and told Scott to carry on. He worked up lather in his hands with some shower gel (we did not have shaving soap) and then worked that into the pit hairs on my right arm and started to scrape the razor against my skin, rinsing it off with the shower spray.
"You must make sure that it is properly shaved because I want to both look and feel smooth." I instructed. Scott correctly took this as an opportunity to feel the areas he was shaving with the finger tips of his other hand as he went along. The whole job was going to take some time, because Scott was being very careful to make sure he did not nick me with the razor and yet cut the hair as close to my skin as he could get. It was such a turn on when Scott shaved my pits and when he moved on to my chest I thought I would never be able to have him shave my cock and balls without me shooting my load in an instant. And yes when he got to that part of me, I had to have him stop and let me calm down a bit on two occasions for fear that I was that close to busting a nut. Scott made sure that he stretched my skin as he shaved my ball bag to keep it safe from nicks and for a first time at shaving another person he did extremely well and did not cut me once. Especially when you consider that neither of us had been shaving our faces that long and so although Scott did start before me, he still had not had that long to gain a lot of experience. I really enjoyed him feeling every inch of my skin as the razor passed over it to make sure that it was as smooth as he could get it. By the time he had finished I was ready to shoot a load and judging by the string of pre-cum hanging from Scott's cock, I was sure he was not that far off of blasting a load at me. But I wanted to keep him on edge and so just gave his cock an occasional stroke when I felt like it. I could tell from his reactions that he was very horny and not being allowed to touch himself was proving to be a very difficult order to obey. When Scott had finished shaving me, I told him to make sure that I was properly washed as he would be testing the quality of his smooth shaving with his tongue in a short while. And with gay abandon, Scott went at that task heartily, both soaping me up and then using the spray held in his hand to direct the water jets at my skin and wash away both the soap and any dirt that might have been remaining. Then I told him to stand still while I washed him. With his cock soaped up, I gave it a bit of a wanking bringing him to the brink of an eruption and then letting go of his cock and continuing to wash the rest of his body. When I came to do his bum, I gave it a good scrubbing and even managed to push a finger or two into him to begin the stretching that was coming up on the agenda. I really wanted Scott to fuck the living daylights out of me, but I knew he would not look on that as him giving me something; but rather he would see it as the opposite of that. But that is because he could not see the pleasure I get as a bottom boy in our entire love making. Added to that, I wanted Scott to feel happy in himself and believe that he had done right by me. Ok, so maybe that was being dishonest, but in essence it was just a little white lie to keep our relationship happy.
When we had finished our showers, I had Scott dry me and then himself. I then grabbed him by the hard appendage he was sporting and led him to the bedroom where I told him to lie down on the bed and lift his legs so that his knees were by his ears. "Are you comfortable like that?" I asked.
"No! Not really, it is a bit of a strain holding my legs like this." He admitted.
"Well you are going to have to do your best when the time comes because I did not think to bring anything that we could use to tie your legs to the bed posts and so ease the work your arms have to do to hold them. But now put your legs down and come here." I ordered. Scott put his legs down and got off the bed.
"Ok, beginning at my pits and ending on my cock, I want you to check with your tongue that I am smooth as I instructed. If you find somewhere that you missed you must tell me." I told Scott and then moved over to the bed and lay down on it myself. If Scott's feeling me while he shaved me was not enough to take me to the edge and over, his tongue certainly was and by the time he got to my nipples I had to stop him every few minutes to rest and calm down. Already there was a huge pool of pre-cum on my stomach which Scott would have the pleasure of tasting in a short while. During one of the rest periods, I looked at Scott and saw that he had a load of pre-cum dribbling out of his cock.
"Bring your cock to my mouth so that I can clean it up." I ordered and then had the pleasure of sucking his pre-cum off and also giving him the start of a blow job. Of course, I did not suck on him long enough to bring him to orgasm, but his balls did begin their upward movement before I stopped and left him panting in desire.
Scott's tongue left my nipples and progressed down the path that would have been my happy trail until he encountered a dip in the road and so he stopped for a bit to give my navel a good licking and to slurp up the pre-cum that had filled it. Again he had to stop as I was that close to orgasm. When I told him he could carry on he moved and lifted my legs, but then thought otherwise and asked me to roll over as he had more of an area to cover than he could just by lifting my legs. I acquiesced and soon felt his tongue in that little hollow of my back just above my bum cheeks. This was followed by long slow licks over each cheek until finally all that was left was my crack. Reaching under me he gently pulled on my hips until I was in a kneeling position with my head on the pillow and my bum sticking out for all to see. Scott dove in and gave me a good rim job gradually moving on down onto my perineum and the back of my balls. Scott finally asked me to turn over again so that he could finish the job. I did so and he gave my cock some long slow licks beginning at the base and going on up until he had licked the drop of
pre-cum off the tip each time. This was getting too much for me to cope with and I told him he now had to stop.
I lay on the bed for a few moments and then said that I needed something to drink and that as I wanted to make sure he did not touch his cock, we would go together to the kitchen to find a cool drink. In the kitchen I had him poor the drinks while I rummaged around in the Jackson's freezer and found what I wanted. Scott was standing with his back to me as he put the bottle of juice away in the cupboard and so did not see me come up behind him and quickly reach around to slap a packet of frozen peas against his cock. "You think you are so hot! This ought to cool you down a bit." I chortled as Scott yelped in surprise and shock and then began whimpering as the cold started to take effect. But he made no move to get away from me with it. In fact it was my fingers that gave in first and because I wanted to get them warm again, I pulled the peas away and took them back to the freezer. I wonder what Mrs Jackson would think if she knew that the frozen ice on the outside of the peas was in fact Scott's precum? The cold had done little to dampen Scott's ardour and his cock was still hard and pointing towards the stars.
We stayed in the kitchen while we finished our drinks and then I ordered Scott up to the bedroom and to assume the position he knew I wanted. I was sure he would do what I wanted but I was also curious to see if he did catch on to what I was meaning.