Bad Boy Billionaires #2 - The Wall Street Shark(17)

Carson gestured to the living room area and told Evan to have a seat on one of his brown leather sofas. "Can I get you coffee? We can order out, too. I'm not much of a cook."

Evan walked over to him and reached for his arm. He rubbed it gently and said, "I have a better idea. We can eat later. I don't like to cook either." Then he took Carson by the hand and led him to the other end of the loft where he found a large bathroom that had been sectioned off with partial sliding walls made of rice paper and wood.

"What are you up to?" Carson asked. Evan glanced to his left and saw a large sunken bathtub that had been tiled in white marble. "You're going to take a nice hot bath and relax. After what you've been through tonight, you need to be pampered a little." This was one of Evan's nicest, yet worst, faults. He actually liked to pamper the men in his life and he didn't even know why. He'd never been subservient in other areas of his life, just with the men he cared about. It was one of the reasons he'd always let Jeffery get away with so much. Unfortunately, the men in his life had always taken advantage of this.




 

 

"Normally I would argue with you," Carson said. "I hate baths. I prefer showers. I haven't used that tub in a year. But to be honest, I am a little sore."

Evan smiled and crossed to the tub without replying. There was a large shower on the other side of the bathroom with more white marble that could have accommodated five people with room to spare. But he thought a bath would be nicer. He'd never met a man yet who didn't like to be pampered and bathed, with gentle strokes and soothing rubs. The bigger the ego, the more babying they liked. He also knew Carson was more than a little sore, but he didn't want Carson to know he knew this. While the tub filled with hot water, Evan turned down the lights, lit a few candles Carson had placed around the perimeter of the tub, and gathered a couple of clean towels from a stainless steel shelf. He poured a generous amount of body wash into the tub so there would be bubbles.

While Evan had been drawing his bath, Carson had gone into the bedroom to remove his clothes. When he returned wearing nothing but white boxer briefs, he sent Evan a glance and asked, "Aren't you going to join me?"

Evan hadn't removed his clothes. He was kneeling beside the tub, checking the water to make sure it wasn't too hot. He looked up and smiled. "No, I'm not joining you. This is for you to relax, not to get worked up all over again." He noticed the bulge in Carson's briefs. It rounded out in such an obvious way he couldn't help but notice it. He also noticed Carson's lean wiry body again. He had some hair on his legs, but not much. His muscles stretched more than they bulged. Even though his knees leaned toward being knobby and his legs slightly bowed, every inch of him was masculine in an athletic way Evan had always found hard to resist in a man. Without shoes, his feet even seemed a little too big for his body. None of this bothered Evan. The only physical traits in men that had ever turned Evan off were soft white-pink skin, weak features, tiny hands, and small feet.

Carson frowned and said, "I think it would be nicer if you took off your clothes, too." Evan stood up and laughed. He'd already planned to take off all his clothes and get into the tub with him. But not this soon. He walked up to him and reached for the waistband of his briefs and said, "I told you. This is just for you, not me." Then he gently lowered Carson's briefs, went down on his knees, and helped Carson step out of them.

Before Evan stood up, he took a quick glance between Carson's legs and held his breath for a moment. His dick hung semierect and seemed to be growing slowly without a hint of encouragement. Oh, those poor sexless spinster types who ran from big dick and weeping cock would have been clutching their proverbial pearls and swooning in agony. The psychologically damaged types who liked to objectify gay men, turning them into effeminate quasi-women by making them dickless creatures of the worst kind, would have been thoroughly repulsed. It was thick at the base and narrowed slightly toward the head: the kind of dick Evan had always liked most-the kind of dick no gay man alive would ever reject. It wasn't quite as big as Jeffery's, but it wasn't what anyone would ever consider small. He wanted to reach for it; he wanted to worship it. He didn't want to just suck it; he wanted to swing from it. But it was still too soon. 

When he stood up, Carson put his arms around him and kissed him. Carson ran his hands up and down his back and rested them on his ass. "Come on. Let's get into the tub together."

Evan stepped back and reached for his hand. He led him to the tub and said, "I really want to do this. It's not every day a guy gets to bathe a hot amateur boxer, especially one he just saw win a fight. Indulge me in a small fantasy this once."

So Carson climbed into the tub and sank down in the hot water with a sigh. "Oh, this really does feel good." He rested his head back against the rounded edge and closed his eyes. "I guess I am a little more bruised than I realized."

Evan reached for a wash cloth and kneeled down next to the tub. "You poor thing," he said. "Just close your eyes and I'll make you feel better."

Evan spent a long time gently wiping the bruises on Carson's face. In this light, he reminded him even more of a young Sean Penn. Carson's eyes remained closed the entire time. The only sounds he made were sighs of relief each time Evan touched his skin with his bare hands.

When Evan finished with his face and neck, he slowly rubbed his chest and his arms with the cloth. He took a long time washing under Carson's arms, and even longer massaging his fingers. When he rubbed his stomach, he set the washcloth aside and only used his fingers. Carson's eyes remained closed, but his lips had parted by then.

After Evan finished massaging Carson's stomach, he skipped over his groin area and moved right down to his legs and feet. Carson seemed to enjoy having his feet massaged the most. He even moaned softly when Evan held his foot in his hands and rubbed his toes. He lingered there for the longest time, taking equal turns on each foot.

Then his hands moved slowly up Carson's legs, massaging each muscle one last time before he reached Carson's most sensitive spot, the spot he couldn't wait to begin rubbing. When he finally did reach Carson's groin, he gently held his balls in one hand and his dick in the other. Carson had been fully erect since he'd entered the tub. Evan knew by the way Carson had reacted to his light strokes everywhere else that he would respond better to light strokes between his legs.

"How is that?" Carson said in a soft whisper. He was squeezing and stroking him with both hands.

"Awesome," Carson said. "And if you knew me, you'd know I hate that word. I'm an English teacher. I can't believe I used that word right now. But that's the best way to describe it."

Evan ran his thumb across his shaft slowly and said, "I think I might join you after all."

Carson opened his eyes and smiled. "There are condoms in the drawer under the sink."

Evan laughed. "Aren't you being presumptuous now?"

Carson sent him a look. "I'm being honest."

Evan squeezed him one last time, and then he dried his hands on the towel and stood up. He knew Carson was watching him. He walked slowly on purpose. He opened the drawer and saw condoms and a tube of lubricant. He hesitated for a moment before he reached into the drawer. This was different from other times. Carson wasn't just another trick. He was a man Evan could get serious about and he knew this. He really liked him. He didn't love him the way he loved Jeffery. But he liked him and didn't feel awkward about it.




 

 

Even if he'd had reservations about sleeping with Carson, he'd already gone too far and he couldn't stop now. He wanted to do this, partly because it wasn't just anonymous sex like he'd had with the delivery guy and partly because he hadn't been this attracted to another man since he'd met Jeffery. He'd always been sexually attracted to men like the delivery man, but there hadn't been any emotion. With Carson he started to feel there might be hope for having an emotional, monogamous relationship after all.

So he reached into the drawer for the condoms and lube and set them on the counter. While Carson watched, he removed his clothes slowly and left them on the floor. He'd always been proud of his body and he knew men liked to watch him undress as much as he enjoyed being watched. Though he didn't have the lean wiry body of a boxer, he did have smooth soft legs he shaved regularly, a naturally hairless chest he'd built up by going to the gym a few times a week, and a plush round ass that he made sure remained firm by running four times a week. Although he'd lost a lot of weight at Havilland, the one place where he hadn't lost weight was in his ass.

Before he joined Carson in the tub, he opened the tube of lubricant and turned around to face the mirror. He knew he would be getting fucked that night and he wanted to lube himself up for Carson before he got into the tub. So he lifted one leg up and rested it on the counter, with his legs spread and his ass facing Carson. Then he greased his fingers with lube and slowly reached around. While Carson watched, he arched his back and inserted two fingers into his ass with generous amounts of lube. By the time he was finished, he glanced over his shoulder and found Carson leaning forward, with one hand holding the side of the tub and the other stroking his dick in the water.