David normally kept his body clean shaven. With his pale skin and black kinky hair he told me he shaved almost every afternoon or whenever he was going to see me. His satiny skin and scrawny body made him my favorite physical type.
When I saw him last week I'd told him that he wasn't to shave anything except his face until he next saw me. Normally very submissive he objected saying the regrowing hair would itch and drive him mad. I told him to think of it the way he did the times when I didn't let him have an orgasm excepting a special treat. Enforced chastity always made him hot & the association was enough to get him to agree. As a reward I 'punished' him for daring to act like he might refuse me with a light handspanking. Just hard enough to make him tingle, not hurt.
Often he'd arrive a little late to provoke a scolding but he was early that evening. He had a small toiletries bag in hand. I kissed him, gave an ass check a squeeze and told him to follow me.
We went to the bathroom. I'd put a old wooden chair there facing the tub.
"OK, sweetie," I told him. Take off your clothes and let me see."
"Yes sir." I'd never asked him to call me sir but he would sometimes when he was excited.
Like many fem guys David is fastidious with clothing, even folding up a pair of jeans. I am a slob but I always enjoyed watching him do it. He was black stubble all over. It really looked pretty awful.
"Does it bother you?"
"It itches like hell." A pout in his voice but not his face.
"You can shave it off now. Think of it as giving me you newly smooth body as a present."
He lathered up his legs at started. He couldn't make a stroke without having to rinse the razor.
"Ow." He nicked himself above the knee. I bent down and gave the red spot a quick kiss. He smiled and went back to it. Eventually he was finished. I went over and gave him a deep tongue kiss.
"You're a sweet boy." I started taking off my clothes. Just dropped them on the floor. David would pick them up later.
"Why don't you wash me." I climbed in, he stood up and I closed the shower curtain.
I'm 6'3" and he was about seven inches shorter. I never enjoyed the difference more than when he did this. Using his hand for a washcloth he smeared liquid soap on me. He worked from the base of my kneck down my arms. Then to my back down to my buttocks. Then down the front doing my chest and stomach, dropping to my feet and working up my legs. He was slow, meticulous and devoted. Nothing was more erotic. Lastly he soaped and rinsed my balls and cock.
Then he started lightly rubbing my cock with his cheeks. I started rubbing the back of his head as I would pet a cat. I could've guided myself into his mouth and come in no time but I knew (just barely) that I didn't really want that yet. So I grabbed his hair and pulled him gently away.
He'd towel me and himself dry and then we'd go into my bedroom for more fun.
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