Sean Gets Shorn Copyright 1997
The following is a totally fictional story. I do live near a gay center, and have gotten responses to previous story postings. Unfortunately, I have never shaved, nor made it, with a guy named "Sean."
A couple of days after I posted my first shaving story on the Web, I got an email from a guy named Sean, telling me how much he liked my shaving story. I checked his profile on AOL. His name was, indeed, Sean, one of the sexiest names, I think. Based on his city, he lived not more than 25 miles from me. I read on: "20 years old, 5' 10", 150 pounds, 38" chest, 28" waist, dusty brown hair, lanky swimmer's build. Interested in fun times with the right guy." What could be bad?
I added Sean to my AOL buddy list, so I could find out if he was ever logged on while I was. Sure enough, about a week later I was notified that my "buddy" was online. I sent Sean an IM: "Glad you liked my story about Greg. Have you ever been shaved?" I heard nothing from Sean for a couple of minutes; he was probably checking my own profile on AOL and trying to decide whether or not to respond. Finally he did, "No, I've never been shaved. But I've fantasized about it."
I sent back, "How would you like to make your shaving fantasies come true? Tell me what they are." Sean replied, more quickly this time, "What are my choices?" I replied, "I could shave everything, or just the things you wanted. It could be in a scene, like a bondage fantasy, or kidnapping fantasy, or just a pleasant evening of massage and shaving and relaxing in the hot tub."
This time Sean took a couple of minutes to reply, "I don't know exactly what I want. And how do I know I can trust you?" I thought about this, then answered, "Do you ever go to the local gay center?" "Yes," Sean wrote, "I sometimes go to the young people's gatherings, and occasionally to support group meetings." "Do you know anyone who works there?" I asked, "I used to work there and could get someone to vouch for me."
Sean replied with a couple of names, including Dave, a volunteer who worked on Saturday when one of the young people's gatherings met. By coincidence, Dave was an ex-boyfriend of mine. We had parted on good terms, and I knew I could count on Dave to say good things about me. Dave still thought I gave the best shaves around, and sometimes stopped over for a trim.
I sent back a message, "I've thought of a way. I've also thought of a good fantasy for you, a mystery. But first, what do you want shaved? Your cock and balls?" "Okay," was the reply. "Your ass?" "Sure," Sean emailed back. "Your pubes?" I asked. A short hesitation before, "I guess so." "Your chest?" I asked. "I don't have much hair there," was Sean's reply. "Then it won't take me very long!" I sent back, adding, "How about your back?" "Not much to do there, either." "Your arms and legs?" I inquired. Sean thought for a bit before replying, "I don't think so." "Fine," I sent back. Then I sent another message, "Go to the young people's group this Saturday afternoon. Talk to Dave, the center volunteer, and he'll vouch for me. And he'll give you something. And don't make any plans for the rest of the afternoon. See you on Saturday." With that I logged off of AOL.
Saturday morning I got to the center early, long before Sean 's noon meeting. I stopped into the office and talked to Dave. I gave Dave a map to my house to give to Sean. When I described the scene I had in mind, Dave whistled. His only comment was, "I want Sean's underwear as my payment"-- Dave had quite a large underwear collection, and I was always happy to add to it when I took a pair off of a cute guy. I then drove home to set things up.
I could only imagine what was going on at the center. Sean's meeting would be over at 2:00. He'd go find Dave, who would give him the map. If Sean asked Dave about me, Dave would tell him anything he asked, except for a physical description of me. That part I wanted to be a mystery. Dave would then tell Sean that he'd better hurry, since I'd only be waiting until 3:00. Actually that was a lie; for a chance to shave someone as cute as Sean I'd wait a long time! And Sean didn't have to hurry much; I lived less than 20 minutes from the center.
I peaked out of a window and Sean drive up to my house and get out of the car. He was every bit as cute as I'd imagined. He sort of hesitated after he'd locked his car, shrugged his shoulders and sort of marched toward my front door. I heard the screen door open, and when Sean didn't knock, I knew he'd found my note. It said, "Go around the side of the house, and through the gate. Look for the next note."
There's a seven-foot high solid wooden wall around the sides and back of my property. I heard the gate open (I have to oil it, it squeaks!) If Sean was following instructions, he'd find the next note on a table on the side porch. A paper bag was next to the table. "Close the gate and lock it," the note said. I heard the gate close. I didn't hear Sean put the padlock in the hasp. If Sean had looked closely, he'd have noticed that the hasp was hardly held into the wood of the gate, one strong tug and it would tear right out. But I wanted Sean to feel psychologically like he was locked in.
The note continued, "Take off your clothes and put them in the bag. All of your clothes. Then open the other note." I had a security camera mounted on the side of the house. It did not have good enough resolution to make out the fine details of Sean's lithe body, but I could see that I'd be having a good time ahead. Sean sat down and took off one shoe and put it in the bag. His other shoe and socks quickly followed. Sean stood up and took off his shirt and put it on top of the shoes. He hesitated a moment or two, before saying "What the hell," or at least that's what it looked like he said, and unbuttoned his jeans. He slid them down his legs, rolled them up, and piled them into the bag. He stood there a moment in bright blue bikini underwear. "Dave will surely like those,: I thought. Sean took off his underwear and stuck it in the bag. It was a warm afternoon, but Sean was shivering slightly none-the-less.
Sean stood there a moment, naked, then looked around and found the other note. "Open the door in front of you, and put the bag in it. Then wait five minutes, and go behind the house." Sean picked up his bag of clothes and walked over to the door. Through the security camera I could see Sean hesitating, making up his mind what to do. I saw and heard the side door to the house open and, after a few seconds, shut again. I did not bother to lock the side door; the object was to make Sean think that things were not in his control, but not to frighten him out of his wits.
After a few minutes, nearly three than five, I saw Sean walk towards the back of the house. From that point I could watch him through a crack in the bedroom curtains. I saw him spot the note and the small paper bag near the hot tub. He opened the bag, as the note directed, and took out two objects. He looked at them curiously, then gingerly climbed into the hot tub. I had the air jets going, so he would not be able to hear me when I approached.
Sean set one of the objects in his hand on the edge of the hot tub. The other object was a pair of vinyl wrist cuffs, separated by a foot or so of fine, but strong, chain. The note had said for Sean to fasten the cuffs on in front on him. Again I only wanted the illusion of bondage. The fantasy was in what could have been, not what really was. I saw Sean pick up the other object, and put it on over his head and onto his face. Sean's eyes were now covered by thick eye pieces, lined with soft fleece. Between the spa's jets and the mask, Sean could neither hear nor see me as I approached the hot tub.
I stood behind Sean for a few moments, appreciating his body. I then stepped forward, and carefully wrapped a short length of Ace bandage around his head, securing the mask more carefully. I did not want Sean to be trapped; I only wanted to ensure that the mask would not slip. Also, the bandage was light enough that Sean could hear everything, not that I was planning to say anything. I clipped the bandage in place, then turned off the jets. Finally I took him by the arm, and slowly pulled, indicating that I wanted him to come out of the hot tub and to follow me.
Sean climbed out carefully; I held him lightly to make sure he did not fall. I stood away from him as I towelled him down, I did not want him to get a sense of how tall I was or how big I was. I wrapped a thick terrycloth robe around Sean, to absorb whatever moisture I had missed. I guided him into the house, and into the bedroom. I had turned the stereo on, with nice, indeterminate music playing just loud enough to set a relaxing mood.
I led Sean to the foot of the bed, and took off the robe and hung it up. I turned Sean so he was facing the bed, then pressed him forward so he could climb onto the bed face down. I helped him slide up so his head was on the pillow. I then took his hands, and carefully placed them beneath the pillow under his head.
I took a leather leg cuff and fastened it around one of Sean's ankles. I had attached a piece of rope to the cuff, and a five-pound weight to the other end of the rope. I fastened a similar cuff to Sean's other ankle. I then spread Sean's legs apart, so that the weights dangled over the sides of the bed. Sean could easily have pulled his legs together. Again, I only wanted the illusion of bondage.
I then took off the robe I was wearing, joining Sean in his nakedness. I picked up a razor, and slowly started shaving Sean's back. I prefer dry shaving, so I can see-- and admire-- what I'm doing. I had a bowl of warm water nearby, so I could rinse off the razor as I went. Sean did not have a lot of hair on his back, so I was quickly done. I continued downward, toward Sean's ass, and carefully started shaving the hairs at the top of his crack. I felt Sean squirming beneath me, so I stopped for a moment. After Sean stopped moving, I started shaving again. I gently pried his lips apart, and shaved the crack completely. I could feel Sean getting hard.
I continued until Sean's asshole and cheeks were smooth. I then took some baby oil, rubbed it between my palms to warm it up, and slowly massaged it into Sean's back and ass. He squirmed again as I reached his asshole. I carefully rubbed the oil around it, massaging the oil into Sean's skin. I made no attempt to penetrate him.
I carefully turned Sean onto his back. I spread his legs again, and adjusted the ropes and weights so that his legs would once again be pulled apart slightly. I took hold of his arms, which were resting on his chest, and pulled them above and behind his neck. I stood at the foot of the bed looking at Sean. My cock was hard and dripping. After a moment I picked up a razor.
I knelt on the bed next to Sean's torso, and ran the razor down Sean's chest several times. I carefully missed his tits, although I could see them getting hard as Sean arched his chest in anticipation. Finally I moved the razor closer, and carefully shave the few hairs around each nipple. I then pushed Sean gently back against the bed. I rinsed the razor, then slowly worked the razor down the trail of hair which stretched in a line toward his pulsating organ. I continued shaving downward through the thatch above Sean's cock, and along the top of his cock towards the very tip. With a slight flourish I pulled the razor away, and rinsed it off.
I ran the razor down Sean's lower chest again, in a path parallel to my first swipe. I continued this, alternating sides, and soon Sean's belly and pubes were smooth. The drop of pre-cum at the tip of Sean's cock gave proof that he was enjoying what I was doing. The drop grew as I held Sean's cock and delicately scraped off the few hairs which grew along the bottom third. The top two-thirds were, surprisingly, completely smooth.
I took Sean's balls in one hand, and held the skin taut as I shaved first one, then the other of his delicate orbs. I pulled them down slightly, stretching the skin above them, and carefully shave it. I then pulled his balls upward, to get the area beneath and behind them. I leaned forward, to examine my work and to breath in the delicious scent. I touched up a couple of spots which I had missed.
As I was working on Sean's balls, Sean was squirming and breathing heavily. I knew he would cum without much work. Rather than sucking on Sean's cock, however, I decided to get him off by working on his balls. I pulled Sean's balls slightly away from his throbbing member, and moved my face towards them. Holding my lips a small bit away, I slowly breathed warm air onto them. Again and again I breathed warm air over and around Sean's balls. The pre-cum continued flowing.
I took both balls into my mouth, and ran my tongue over each one, then down between them, separating them into my cheeks. I worked my tongue over them, on them, under them. Sean writhed, and started moaning. I pulled away, stretching Sean's sack yet further. I put one finger between Sean's crack, and slowly ran it up and down. I could feel Sean's lips spreading, in anticipation, but I did not penetrate. I continued working my finger around, and over, teasing, tickling, tantalizing. My tongue was working up a storm on the balls I was holding in my mouth.
Sean lurched upward, his hips raised well off the bed, and his cock spewed forth its first gob of cum. Three more followed, arching as far as the middle of his chest. I continue working my finger round his asshole and my tongue on his balls, coaxing the last drops out of Sean's tool. Finally he laid back on the bed, gasping, spent. My finger left his ass, and I slowly opened my mouth and released his balls.
As Sean lay there, catching his breath, I got a washcloth from the bathroom, wet it with warm water, and carefully and lovingly wiped the cum from Sean's chest. I continued downward, carefully cleaning Sean's cock and balls, and downward still, cleaning Sean's ass. Sean's breathing was finally slowing back to normal. I stood there, waiting, admiring my work-- and him.
After a few minutes I placed my arm beneath Sean's shoulders, and slowly helped him to sit up, then stand up. I led him through the house and outside, back to the hot tub. Carefully I helped him to climb in. Once he was settled, I turned on the jets, and carefully unwrapped the Ace bandage from around Sean's head, making sure not to dislodge the mask over his eyes.
I knew I had a few minutes, if Sean had read the last lines of the note before his "ordeal," and followed them now. I quickly moved around the side of the house, and got out the bag with Sean's clothes. I spread them out neatly on the table, then put Sean's underwear back in the bag. Those-- plus the story of Sean's escapades-- would be Dave's payment for helping to set things up. I unlocked the padlock on the gate, and took it inside with me. "Did it exist? Was I really locked in?" I was hoping Sean would wonder.
From inside the bedroom I peaked out through a crack in the curtains and watched as Sean took off his eye covering and set it down on the nearby table. He blinked at the sudden brightness. After a moment or two, he unfastened the wrist cuffs, and set them down. After he climbed out of the hot tub, he took the mask and cuffs, and carefully placed them bag in the bag still sitting on the table. What a neat boy he was!
Sean stood there looking at himself. He ran his hand down his smooth and wet chest. He ran his hand over his smooth crotch and along his cock, which started hardening a little. Sean examined his balls and even ran his hand down and around and over his smooth ass cheeks. Lucky hands!
Apparently satisfied with my work, Sean walked around the house, and now I could see him somewhat through the security camera. He dried himself off with the towel I had thoughtfully left for him. He saw his clothes, and looked for his underwear. After a few seconds he stood up, gave a sort of smile, then picked up his jeans and put them on.
Sean finished getting dressed, then carefully folded up the empty paper bag and left it on the table. He looked at the gate, and looked a little surprised that he wasn't locked in. Sean went through the gate, again closing it carefully behind him, and walked down the driveway towards his car.
I quickly moved to the front of the house and watched Sean through a crack in the living room curtains. Sean opened his car door, then stood there a moment, looking back towards the house. I knew he couldn't see me, but he looked towards the window where I was hiding, as if he knew I was there. He smiled, and gave a wave, then got into his car.
I hoped that as Sean drove away he would be wondering what his mystery shaver looked like. I also hoped Sean had enjoyed his shave as much as I had. Maybe I'll hear from him again- he has my email address. And if not, I still have another shaving story to post on the 'net. And just maybe, if I'm lucky, someone else will email me how much he liked the story, and I'll be able to set up a shaving scene with my new admirer!