Greg Gets Trimmed
I was having lunch with Greg, a guy I worked with. I actually did not do much with Greg-- he was on another part of the project-- although I'd have liked to have done more with Greg, much more!
Greg was a couple of years younger than me, maybe 28. Greg had mentioned in passing that he joined a gym a few months ago, and the results showed. His chest was somewhat buffed, but not like the hard-core, usually stuck-up muscle freaks one sees in the porno magazines. His waist was tightened and he had a nice bubble butt, like he did lots of sit-ups and work on the stationary bike. The only deficiencies I could see in Greg were that he had a fair amount of dark brown hair on his body, and he had a very high opinion of himself. Also that he was straight (he was married and divorced in the space of six months, and was always bragging about poking this babe or that. I figured I could put up with the personality if I got the chance to take care of the hairiness.
Greg mentioned at lunch that he was taking off in a few days for a week houseboating on Lake Mead "with the guys." He said he had to find a barber since they were all getting crew cuts, "That way we will be able to take quick showers and won't have to mess much with our hair."
I said casually that I occasionally gave haircuts (I do, although I usually work below the neck-- quite a bit below). I said I'd be happy to give Greg a "high and tight," and for free. Greg asked when I could give him the haircut, and I said, "What about this evening, after work?" Greg agreed to follow me home.
We stopped first at a take-out pizza place to pick up a pizza and a couple of six packs. I don't usually drink, but I figured if it helped Greg to relax, I could be "one of the boys." When we got back to my place, I excused myself and went to my bedroom and changed into gym shorts and a tee shirt, and left off my shoes and socks. I came back into the kitchen, where Greg had a beer can in one hand and a piece of pizza in the other. I told him, "Take off your shoes and tie and stay a while." Greg stopped eating long enough to take off his tie and shoes. After a moment, and seeing me barefoot, he took off his socks as well.
I made sure that Greg had a good bit of beer with his pizza. When we finished off the last of the pizza, I said, "Why don't we get started?" I got out my clippers, razors, brushes, and combs, and spread a drop cloth on the kitchen floor. "I want to take some before and after photos," I told Greg. "That way I can see how I did, and learn from my mistakes." "Not that I plan to make any," I added hastily when I saw Greg give me a worried look.
I stood Greg against a plain wall, and took a half dozen photos of him-- profile, straight on, and close up. "Have a seat," I said, sweeping my hand towards the chair I had placed on the drop cloth. As he sat down, I handed him a beer-- the better to loosen his inhibitions.
I then draped a sheet around Greg, and loosely tucked the ends in behind his neck. I turned on the clippers, set them on "high and made a couple of passes straight back across the middle of Greg's head. I was careful to get some hair between the sheet and his neck, and even down his shirt. Greg was reaching back to itch as I said, "Sorry," and attempted to brush away the hair. I pulled the sheet away and said, "Why don't you take off your shirt so I can brush off the hair? That will also make it easier to do your neck."
Greg stood up and took off his shirt. I was right-- his upper chest was covered with a moderate amount of hair, tapering to a fine line running down to his belt buckle. I was also right about Greg's physique-- buffed but not hard. "You have a good body," I said, "You must work out a lot." "I go to the gym at least three times a week," Greg said. "I'm building up my body so I get more chicks." His straight, he-man talk was almost nauseating, but his body was worth it.
I sat Greg down again, wrapped the sheet around him, and proceeded to give Greg a fine crew cut. All the while we were chatting about work, keeping fit (I prefer jogging and swimming to lifting weights, so I'm in fair shape although my body was not as well defined as Greg's), and girls. At least Greg was talking about girls. I was ugh huh-ing a lot.
When I was done with Greg's haircut, I took off the sheet and gave Greg a hand mirror with which he spent a couple of minutes admiring himself. The crewcut did make quite a difference in his appearance. I then said, "I got shots of the `before,' now let me get some of the "after." Greg stood against the wall and I took some photos. I told him to strike a pose, and he gave a poor attempt at a bodybuilder's stance. I took a couple of shots, then said, "You know, your muscles would show better if we trimmed off this hair." I brushed the hair on his chest lightly and added, "And you'll be able to get a complete tan on your chest." Greg replied, "You know, I've thought about shaving my chest but thought the guys would laugh." I replied, "The real bodybuilders shave their chests so their muscles show. You've seem them in the magazines, haven't you?" Greg said, "Yeah, I guess I have. Have you ever shaved a chest?" I've shaved more than chests in my time, but replied only that I had shaved a chest or two.
I told Greg, "Let's go in the bedroom. It's easier to shave your chest if you're lying down." I spread a clean sheet on the bed and told Greg, "Lie down on your stomach so I can clean up your shoulders and back." Greg lay face down on the sheet. I got out the shaving cream and rubbed it, almost massaging it, into Greg's shoulders. "That feels good," Greg murmured. I stroked the razor across Greg's shoulder blades, shaving away the hair and rinsing the razor in a bowl of warm water I had set on the night stand. When the water got too dirty, I changed it. I moved further down Greg's back, spreading shaving cream as necessary and massaging it into Greg's skin. I could almost feel Greg's muscles relax.
As I got closer to Greg's waist, I got up and asked, almost suddenly, "Are you wearing underwear?" Greg turned his neck to look at me and said, puzzledly, "Yes, why?" I said, "I don't want to get any shaving cream on your pants. It's a bitch to get out, even for a dry cleaner." Greg stood up, and carefully undid his belt. I reached out my hand and said, "Let me have them and I'll hang them up out of the way so they don't get dirty."
Greg sat down on the edge of the bed as he pulled the pants off. Greg sort of blushed as he revealed his bright red bikini underwear, and said, "Well, the chicks like them." I said, "No problem, man," and pulled down one side of my gym shorts to reveal the top of my own bright blue bikinis. "White underwear is so boring," I added. In the meantime, I had a nice look at the not-so-small bulge between Greg's legs.
I told Greg to lie down again. I spread some shaving cream on his lower back, and carefully shaved it. I "professionally" pulled the top of Greg's underwear down an inch or so, almost to his crack, so that I could get to the last of the hairs on his lower back. I wiped down Greg's back with a towel, then rubbed in a mixture of baby lotion and witch hazel, a combination I've always found to offer a pleasant, soothing feel with an interesting, tingling sensation. I gave Greg's buns a playful swat and said, "You're done on this side. Roll over."
Greg rolled over onto his back, revealing a slightly growing bulge in his underwear. Greg's knees hung over the side of the bed. I told him, "I'll be back in a minute." I took a washcloth, soaked it in hot water and wrung it out. I told Greg to put his hands behind his neck. Oh to have a pair of handcuffs to hold them in place! I folded the washcloth and laid it over Greg's eyes as a soothing wrap.
I then started shaving his chest. When I got to each of Greg's tits, I pushed them aside with the side of my thumb, so as not to arouse them or make Greg think I wanted to tweak them. Nevertheless, they got a little bit hard and point as I shaved his pecs. I worked my way down Greg's chest, being careful not to tickle him, and trying not to arouse him. I followed Greg's "treasure trail" down below his navel, stopping just above the tuft of hair that poked out of Greg's underwear. I had plans for that tuft, so I left it there.
I then got out the clippers again and had Greg roll slightly onto his right side. "I want to trim the hair under your arms," I told him. "Not shave it, just shorten it so it doesn't stand out." Greg rolled onto his left side and I did his other underarm. I then poured some of my lotion/witch hazel mix onto his chest and rubbed it in. Greg was almost purring with delight. I told Greg, "Your arms are not too hairy, I think I'll leave them," but rubbed a little oil onto them so they glistened a little.
I told Greg to stand up and look in the mirror. What a sight to behold! His smooth skin glistened from the light coating of oil. I grabbed my camera and took a couple of pictures. He made muscle poses and I took a couple of more.
Greg was obviously pleased with himself-- saying, almost to himself, how good he looked and how all the chicks were going to dig him.
He started to say his thanks when I said, "But wait, that's not all!" Greg asked, "What do you mean?" I moved closer to him and said, "Are you going to be wearing a skimpy bikini bathing suit?" "Yes," Greg asked, :Why?" I tweaked at the tuft of hair coming out of the top of his underwear, which I had so conveniently left, and said, "Well, most women find this sort of thing a turn off." Greg's legs were spread a little, and I reached down and pulled at some of the pubic hairs coming out from the leg holes of his underwear.
"And this," I said. "And if you bend over," I said, putting one hand on his back and forcing him to bend him over, "This ass hair will show," and pulled lightly at the few hairs left just above his crack. "Let me take care of it so you look your best," I said. Then I added, "Have you ever had your balls shaved?" "No," Greg replied. I said, knowingly, "It feels great when they're smooth, rubbing against your silk underwear or slick nylon bathing trunks. And it feels great when there's a warm tongue running up and down your smooth cock or having your smooth balls sucked into a warm moist mouth."
Greg looked at "Yeah, well, who's going to suck on them? he challenged, "You?" I smirked at him and said, "Well, how else am I going to tell if I got all of the hairs?" "Now let's go," I said, as I pulled down on one side of his underwear. Greg's mind may have been saying "No" but his cock was definitely saying "Yes" as I pulled his bikinis down and he stepped out of them. Greg made as if to lay down again, but I stopped him and said, "Wait, I need some "before" pictures." I quickly snapped some photos of the naked Greg, including a couple of close-ups of his hardening cock.
"Lay down on your stomach," I commanded, "But get your butt in the air."
Greg complied, but I gave it a couple of slaps, just to make it tingle a little. "Spread your legs," I added. I took a new, clean razor in one hand and spread Greg's cheeks with the other. When I'm working on crotches, I don't like using shaving cream. I like to see what I'm doing. The shavee likes me to see what I'm doing, also. As I was shaving Greg's hole, I was running my finger all around it, massaging it without sticking my finger in.
"Have you ever been fucked?" I asked. "No, of course not," replied Greg, wiggling a little as I continued massaging his ass. "Maybe I'll fuck you when I get done blowing you," I commented. "You have a nice, fuckable ass," I added. Before Greg could turn over I took a couple of pictures of him, face on the bed, ass up in the air, just waiting to be plowed.
I had Greg roll over. His cock stuck up in the air. It was nothing special, maybe six or six and a half inches long, and cut, the way I like them. I decided to leave the best for last, so I took Greg's legs and pushed them up in the air, and apart. I held them that way sort of under my left arm. I forces Greg's balls out of the way with the palm of my left hand as I held the skin of his perineum tight. Soon it was smooth as the proverbial baby's bottom. Since it was convenient, I shave the underside of Greg's balls.
They twitched and rolled in my hands, and I could hear Greg almost panting.
When they were done, I put down Greg's legs and picked up the clippers. "I think I'll start by trimming you up here. I may leave a little to give you definition," I told him. I trimmed all of the hair above Greg's cock, then shaved off most of the rest. I left just a little, to show where the top of the cock started. Holding Greg's cock tight in my left hand, I shave down the sides, towards the base. After it was done, I couldn't help but bending over it and sucking it deep into my mouth. One quick suck, down to the root, and I took my mouth away. Greg thrust his hips upward, but I swatted his cock and said, "We're not done, yet."
I took a tight grip on Greg's ballsac, forcing his balls away from his body.
Holding them firmly, I carefully shaved them. I pulled them away, further, as I shaved the rest of Greg's sac. He moaned with delight as I worked on his balls. I gave momentary thought that Greg seemed to like some ballwork.
I decided to save that for later, maybe next time. When I was done with Greg's balls, I had him spread his legs apart, one leg bent slightly. I told him to put his hands behind his neck and give me a "come hither" look. I think that's one of the sexiest positions.
By then Greg was soft again, so I took some more pictures of him-- standing, sitting, kneeling, legs spread and up in the air. I got out a metal cock ring, and put it on him. He'd never seem one, but must have like the feel since he immediately got a raging hardon. I got out some more toys-- a butt plug, a ball stretchers, ball weights, but Greg said he'd pass. I pulled a dildo out of a drawer and asked him whether he'd like to try it. "No, thanks," he replied, politely but without the sneer I'd have expected from this "straight" guy. I got out a leather harness, and tried to put it on Greg. He protested until I told him, "It's a harness, it's not for bondage."
All the while I was snapping pictures left and right. I hooked the bottom strap of the harness onto the cock ring, and gave it a couple of experimental pulls. I then got out a leather collar and reached to put it around Greg's neck. Greg started to protest, so I told him to shut up.
I decided it was now or never, so I turned Greg around, so that he was facing away from me. I took one of his wrists and pulled it behind his back. He gave it to me willingly. I buckled a leather wrist cuff around it. I reached for the other wrist. Greg pulled his hand away, but as I pulled back firmly, he let me put the cuff on it and pull it behind his back as well. I quickly snapped the two cuffs together, and turned Greg around to face me. I gave the surprised Greg a kiss on the lips, then pushed him backward onto the bed. His knees hung over, and I quickly knelt between them.
I took Greg's hardon into my mouth, and eagerly sucked it in and out a couple of times. I ran my lips down the sides, feeling the smoothness of his member. I sucked first one ball, then the other into my mouth and ran my tongue over them. I felt a bit of stubble with my tongue, and grabbed a razor and smoothed the rough spot. I ran my lips and tongue up and down Greg's cock and around his balls. I blew hot air onto the skin just below his balls. Greg writhed and moaned and thrust and wriggled. I ran a finger along his perineum, and around and around his lovely asshole. As I continued swirling my finger `round Greg's smooth, luscious hole, I sucked Greg's cock deep into my mouth. With my other hand I pulled and fondled his smooth balls. In and out, in and out, he thrust his cock into my mouth. Round and round went my finger. I reached down, under the end of the bed for the convenient jar of Alboline I keep just for such a time. I smeared my middle finger with the lube, and swirled it back around Greg's waiting hole, in tighter and tighter circles, massaging it, loosening it, relaxing, it.
Finally I slid my finger in, and it was almost anti-climactic. Greg did not pause in his writhings, nor did he tighten up on my finger as I'd have expected.
I thrust my finger deeper, almost experimentally into his waiting hole. I must of touched something because Greg suddenly thrust himself upward and started panting and writhing even harder. I pulled my finger out of his ass and quickly greased up three of my fingers. I only stuck two of them back in, but his ass eager tightened around my fingers. I thrust them deeper, looking for that magic spot which had caused Greg such pleasure. I took Greg's balls back into my mouth and swirled the smooth orbs around as I ran my tongue over them. I stroked Greg's cock. Greg gave a lurch, so I knew I had found his prostate with my fingers deep in his ass. I rubbed it back and forth as I lapped at his balls and stroked and stroked.
Greg let out a hoarse cry as he thrust his hips higher off the bed. He gave a convulsive shudder and white jism started spewing out of the end of his cock, onto his chest, onto his chin, even onto the pillow behind his head. I continued massaging his prostate and licking his balls and stroking his cock as Greg spurted more and more cum and writhed and moaned. I kept probing and licking long after his balls had emptied themselves, after he his writhings had slowed, after he had cried, "Stop, stop, you're killing me."
Finally I stopped, and Greg lay there panting and trying to catch his breath.
I reached for the washcloth and careful wiped the cum from his chin and his chest. When he was clean, I carefully rolled him over onto his stomach. I straddled him, just below his wrists. I undid the snaps connecting the cuffs. I pulled his left arm around and connected the cuff to a D ring on the collar around his neck. I quickly had his right wrist also connected to his collar. I had Greg roll onto his back; I wanted him to see me as I undressed. "It's my turn to get off now," I told him. Greg gave a slight shudder but did not say anything. I think he was spent from his orgasm.
I pulled my shirt over my head. His eyes followed my every move. I pulled my gym shorts down, revealing my bikini underwear which hardly covered my raging hardon. I pulled off my underwear, and my smooth, shaved cock sprang away from my body. "Do you want to taste a man's cock?" I asked Greg, as I straddled him. "No, thanks," he replied. "Not today," he said politely.
That seemed to rule in the possibility of there being a tomorrow, I thought to myself.
I applied a bit of lube to the tip of my cock and slipped a condom onto my hardon. I sat down next to Greg's legs and lifted them up. I took some lubricant on my hand and massaged it around and into Greg's hole. I slipped in one finger, and worked it in and out. Slowly I worked in my second and third fingers. Greg did not seem very tight, so I decided to go for it. I spread Greg's legs apart and stood between them. I placed his legs on my shoulders and knelt on the bed, forcing his ass higher into the air. When it was just in front of my cock, I leaned forward and slowly slipped the tip of my cock into Greg's gaping hole. He gave an exclamation of pain, so I held my cock there, only an inch of it in just past his sphincter. I pushed a little bit more in, and told him to push back, "Almost like you're trying to take a shit." All of a sudden I almost fell forward as my cock was sucked into Greg's ass. I paused again, letting Greg's ass get used to the pressure of my cock. I slowly withdrew most of the way, then eased my cock back in to the root.
In and out I worked my cock slowly, enjoying Greg's virgin hole. All of a sudden I must have found Greg's prostate, because he gave a gasp and his cock sprung to attention. I reached down for it with one hand, and slowly stroked it as I worked my own cock in and out, in and out. Greg was not saying anything, not because of pain and not because of enjoyment-- I don't think he knew what to say. I don't think getting fucked, and almost enjoying it-- if his hard cock was any indication-- had been on the agenda when he had agreed to come over for a haircut!
I started thrusting harder and faster, as my climax neared. I was also working Greg's cock back and forth faster and harder. I was trying to synchronize our orgasms, so his asshole would clamp around my cock as he and I came together. Greg was panting, now, and writhing like he had just before he had come the first time. I sped up my own strokes in and out. Just as I yelled, "I'm coming," Greg gave a loud gasp, and thrust his hips up, writhing. Greg's asshole clamped hard around my cock as he started spurting jism onto his chest, the bed, and almost as far as his chin again. I shuddered and came, jerking again and again, hoping the condom could hold the "gallons" of cum my own cock was spewing. Finally Greg stopped coming, and laid there panting and exhausted. I collapsed onto him, his clenched asshole keeping my cock hard and tight inside him.
Finally I leaned back, away from Greg, and carefully pulled my cock and the rubber out of Greg's hole. He still laid there catching his breath as I disposed of the rubber and started the shower. I undid the snaps holding Greg's cuffed hands to the collar, then undid the collar and took off the cuffs. Greg sat up and I unbuckled the harness. Greg's cock was still a bit hard, so I decided to leave the cock ring on until we had showered and his cock had softened. I took Greg's hand and guided him into the steam-filled bathroom, Greg following me almost like he was sleepwalking. I like showers and massages, so I had all of the right equipment-- a good shower massager with adjustable jets, luffa sponges, soft and delicate brushes, hard-bristled brushes for scrubbing recalcitrant bottoms. I worked Greg over from his crewcut, down his cum-spattered chest to his feet, working delicately on his sensitive, newly-shorn cock and balls, scrubbing his back, cleaning the lube from his ass and hole. Greg stood there compliantly, letting me clean him over. I handed him a sponge to do me, which he did half-heartedly-- more than I had expected from this "straight" man. He even gave a couple of swipes at my cock and balls, before handing me back the sponge with which to finish myself.
When we were done I handed Greg one of my thick Turkish towels to dry off with as I slipped on a robe. When Greg was dry, I handed him his pants. I told him, "I find it sexy when a guy isn't wearing underwear. I want to take a couple of pictures of you like that." I had Greg model himself undoing his pants, crotch partly exposed and sliding his pants down. I was getting turned on again, but decided that next time would be soon enough to do things again with Greg-- I knew there would be a next time based on his willingness to model for me.
Greg put on the rest of his clothes and toweled off his head. "At least I'll be able to take quick showers on the house boat," he said. "And you'll get a great tan," I noted. "And you're right," Greg smirked, "If I get a blowjob, it'll feel great. Although I still think I prefer a chick sucking me off," Greg added.
As Greg turned to leave, I handed him a couple of samples of skin lotion with vitamin E. "Rub these into your cock and balls so you don't get in-grown hairs," I told him. "And make sure you use talcum powder whenever you dry off. That will keep the itching down." Greg said, "Thanks, see you and around." I told him, "You know, if any of your buddies see you and like the idea of getting shaved, give them my number. Especially if they're as well built as you are." Greg opened my door to leave and said, "I'll do that."
As he walked out he added, "And you might just see me back here, when it's time to get another trim." Greg shut the door, and I hurried back to unload my camera to send off the film of our escapade.