Looking for Trouble?

[carsonshepherd]

I am.

 

[rgraham666]

Pass. I've had enough to last a lifetime.

 

[logophile]

I am.

Count me in.

 

[Guest]

Trouble

 

[carsonshepherd]

Count me in.

Attagirl

Trouble

not exactly the trouble I was referring to....

 

[carsonshepherd]

I was waiting to see if anyone wanted to come out and play...

 

[logophile]

I was waiting to see if anyone wanted to come out and play...

What kinda play do you have in mind?

 

[carsonshepherd]

What kinda play do you have in mind?

we'll have to wait and see

 

[4degrees]

Carson sits alone nursing his 15th beer of the evening...looking rather down about things. I cannot resist his pouty look. He turns the glass bottle toward the ceiling, draining it. I saunter over to his table and pull out a chair, making myself comfortable despite my lack of invitation. I shoot a sly grin at him and say, "Sup, sexy...buy you a drink?"

 

[logophile]

we'll have to wait and see

Oh, I see!

(I'll just get my popcorn ready and wait...)

 

[carsonshepherd]

Carson sits alone nursing his 15th beer of the evening...looking rather down about things. I cannot resist his pouty look. He turns the glass bottle toward the ceiling, draining it. I saunter over to his table and pull out a chair, making myself comfortable despite my lack of invitation. I shoot a sly grin at him and say, "Sup, sexy...buy you a drink?"

I'm not as drunk as he thinks I am and I think he's awfully fucking bold to just plop down without an invitation. My forbidding "surly writer" persona keeps all but the bravest or most determined away.

"Not here," I say abruptly. "This place is a dump. Know of anywhere else we can go?"

 

[4degrees]

Oh do I ever..."Sure, Carson...Uh, how bout a six pack and a fifth of stoli...back at my place, that is." I try not to let on how overjoyed I am at his suggestion.

 

[carsonshepherd]

Hmmm. He seems cute and eager, but a little hesitant; he offers to take me to his place, but seems not to be in any hurry to take me there. Well then. I set the beer bottle down heavily and get to my feet.

"Well, come on then."

I don't normally do things like this. Strangers aren't my thing. But I know him slightly, anyway; and besides, it's been one shitty week. Everything that could go wrong in the past two weeks, has. My brain feels like the proverbial fried egg and I'm in desperate need of some stress relief.

He sits there looking at me for a minute blankly. I lift my eyebrow sarcastically and he jumps to his feet.

 

[4degrees]

Fuck! That single-eyebrow raising he does gets to me--bad. I'm more than ready, and now, beyond caring about appearing that way. I jerk my head in the direction of the door as he stands, but I wait long enough, making sure he can walk ok. Within a minute, I've got him right behind me as we head to the back lot, where my ride is parked.

I lead the intoxicated writer to my car. As I unlock the passenger door and turn to him. Before I open the door for him, I reach out and let my hand slide over his cut abs, saying, "Can you wait til we get there, or..."

 

[Chynas Dick]

Just then, Chyna's Dick slips on a patch of ice and slams into the two getting into the cab, knocking them on their asses. The impact of the cement causes both to be rendered unconcious and Chyna's Dick packs them up in a wheelbarrow and wheels them over to the sexual role playing board where this shit belongs.

 

[carsonshepherd]

Fuck! That single-eyebrow raising he does gets to me--bad. I'm more than ready, and now, beyond caring about appearing that way. I jerk my head in the direction of the door as he stands, but I wait long enough, making sure he can walk ok. Within a minute, I've got him right behind me as we head to the back lot, where my ride is parked.

I lead the intoxicated writer to my car. As I unlock the passenger door and turn to him. Before I open the door for him, I reach out and let my hand slide over his cut abs, saying, "Can you wait til we get there, or..."

"Depends on how close you live." I give him a cocky grin and slide my hand down to give his cock a squeeze before I open the car door and get in.

 

[Chynas Dick]

Hard to do unconcious and in a wheelbarrow, or perhaps you missed that.

 

[carsonshepherd]

I didn't miss it, but I will now, thnks to a fully fuctional ignore button.

 

[4degrees]

Well, I got my answer. Obviously he isn't in the mood to be fucked bent over the hood of my car, and that's probably for the better. I shudder as his hand squeezes me, just hard enough to make me start to ache.

"Lucky for you, it's not far." I lean in and nip his neck, and then let my tongue slither up under his jawbone. I quickly draw back, and close his door, going around to the driver's side and getting in.

After a short drive that involved more crotch-groping, we were back at my place. I got out quickly, ready to take full advantage of this golden opportunity.

 

[TheEarl]

Just then, Chyna's Dick slips on a patch of ice and slams into the two getting into the cab, knocking them on their asses. The impact of the cement causes both to be rendered unconcious and Chyna's Dick packs them up in a wheelbarrow and wheels them over to the sexual role playing board where this shit belongs.

Strangely enough, this is writing. As in something done by authors, which this board caters for. Quit moaning.

Sorry lads, do continue.

The Earl

 

[Chynas Dick]

Y'all need to PM or move this shit somewhere else.

 

[carsonshepherd]

I think I like this guy's style. He seems to be over his little case of nerves, but he's just eager enough to be endearing I'm starting to feel a little more relaxed and a little less pissed off at the world as he unlocks his front door and lets me into his studio apartment. I linger at the window checking out the view while he mixes two drnks at the bar. Vodka and OJ. I grin and sip it. Vodka makes me really slutty.

 

[Chynas Dick]

Strangely enough, this is writing. As in something done by authors, which this board caters for. Quit moaning.

Sorry lads, do continue.

The Earl

Now, that is where you're wrong. Writing is something you do for the enjoyment of others. Cyber sex, however, and sexual role playing, are things you do to get your own rocks off. There is a board for this kind of thing. It's called Sexual Role-Playing. Look into it.

 

[4degrees]

I return to Carson, drinks in hand, and thrust one out in his direction. "Here you go, hope I didn't make it too strong, Carson." What a lie. But then again, it doesn't appear that I'll need the aid of alcohol here. He is definetly letting me know that he's not into playing hard to get tonight.

I tug his arm saying, "C'mon over here, sexy...sit down on the couch with me, stay awhile."

 

[carsonshepherd]

I return to Carson, drinks in hand, and thrust one out in his direction. "Here you go, hope I didn't make it too strong, Carson." What a lie. But then again, it doesn't appear that I'll need the aid of alcohol here. He is definetly letting me know that he's not into playing hard to get tonight.

I tug his arm saying, "C'mon over here, sexy...sit down on the couch with me, stay awhile."

Leaving is the last thing on my mind. As we sink into the leather couch, I let my hand slip down into my lap and brush my cock - subtle, but just obvious enough for him to see it. His eyes widen and I have to grin, he is adorable. So cute I could just gobble him up. First, though, a little appetizer... I grin as I put my hand on his thigh and he swallows, he knows I'm waiting for him to make his move...