SHEAR DELIGHT By John Candu
I've known Bill going on 5 years -- he's a regular at my barber shop -- and have often had to run to the bathroom to jack off after shearing his cute locks. Only two things have kept me from letting him know about my intense interest. One, he's the most straight-arrow guy you'd ever meet; got a pretty little wife and two sweet children and leads just the "perfect" straight life. Secondly, Bill is a body builder with a temper. As his friend, I've had to bail him out on many occasions because he's so damned hot-headed. So, not wanting my facial features re-arranged or a good friendship spoiled, I've learned to keep my desires to myself and just keep on jacking.
Then one day Bill comes in with a request that causes me to nearly drop my straight razor as I'm cutting around his ear.
"Eddie," he said. "I'm going to enter my first competition and I need my body shaved. Pretty much totally. Can you come over and do it for me? Beth and the kids are gone for the weekend, so I figure my place would be best."
I lifted the razor to keep from nicking him with my trembling hand. My dick began to stand up. My mouth felt parched.
"Sure! Whatever's good for you, dude. I got nothing going this weekend."
We decided on a time and I literally counted the minutes.
Bill is a big guy, more than six feet tall. He nearly bangs his head on the door when he enters the shop. His face and dark hair reminds me of George Cluney but his body is, well, maybe more like Arnold Schwartzenegger. We met when he moved his family to the new subdivision near my shop. He wasn't into body building when we met; he was one sick puppy with ulcers and all kinda stress symptoms from his work in advertising. His doctor told him to take up running or a hobby that would help him burn off the stress. He took up body building with a passion. But Bill remained an angry man. He confided in me that part of the problem was that his wife was undersexed and that he was constantly frustrated.
"I wouldn't admit it to anybody else, but, shit, I jack off regularly just to get relief," he said.
Hell, I nearly came on the spot and wanted to offer my assistance!
I showed up at his house at the appointed time Saturday morning with my hot lather machine, straight razor, strap and plenty of towels in a bag. Bill came to the door and we chewed the fat awhile. He asked me where and how we should set up, so I suggested the bedroom. We walked on back and he got naked and plopped onto the firm mattress.
He reminded me that he wanted his body as hair-free as possible. He said he also needed a trim job for the bikini briefs. So my job would was obvious: Shave away!
I applied hot wet towels to let his body hair soak for a bit, smeared on the lather, my fingers lingering longer than necessary, then with the razor began with his back as he lay on his stomach. Bill was already pretty smooth, so the back itself went fairly quick. When I got to the kidney area I stopped. I was about to pass up his delicious-looking tanned ass 'cause I figured it would be covered by briefs.
"Go ahead and give me a real close shave back there too, if you don't mind. It's just us guys so don't be shy."
My hands trembling again, I put a hot towel between his ass cheeks and he dutifully spread his legs. My dick was leaking cum like never before, and I was hungry for Bill -- I wanted to lick that ass, stick my tongue in it and swallow his meat in the worst way! How would my best friend react if I told him I was in love with him? I forced my attention back to the job at hand.
I took more hot lather and applied it to the small drift of hair between his cheeks. There wasn't that much hair in terms of skin area, but it's difficult as hell to shave in that location. With utmost care, I shaved just a tiny area at a time until I got to his puckered hole. God how I wanted him!!
"Now be verrrrr-ry still," I said. Getting real close, close enough to inhale his man-scent, I shaved around the hole and then the base and underside of his balls. I'd never shaved balls before, but I figured out that if I grabbed ahold of them with one hand and stretched the sack gently, it resulted in a smoother shaving surface. As I pulled his ball sack, I could sense that his cockmeat was shifting around below him. I was wondering if he was getting a boner, but I didn't hold out hope.
Finished in that spot, I took another hot wet towel and cleaned the lather and loose hair from between his model-perfect bubble-cheeks.
"Okay, dude, time to turn over."
Bill rolled over and his engorged 8-inch cock flopped onto his right leg.
"Sorry -- I couldn't help it," Bill said.
"It's all right, man. It's the most natural thing in the world."
I next did his legs, front and back, raising first one then the other over my shoulder so I could get to the backside. What a beautiful cock, balls and hole!!! I then did his arms and lathered up his abs.
"Since you've given me a butt-cut, may as well finish the job around my dick. Just leave me a patch around top," he said.
Now, anybody who's ever used a straight razor knows it's precise, tedious work. I mean, even if you're as experienced as I am, that blade can get away from you in a heartbeat and do major damage. That's why I was working so slow. And with my quiet concentration a necessity, I told Bill I couldn't afford to talk until I'd finished that area.
I applied the hot towel over his hard-on and he spread his legs to help. Before the towel had soaked long enough for the water to cool, Bill was apparently dozing. Fortunately for me, the weightlifter's cockmeat was truly "pumped." I pressed a button on the hot lather machine and began covering his crotch with the warm fluffy-white cream. Again, I got my face close -- no nicks yet!! Moving slow, I did the side opposite to where his dick was pointing. Bill was breathing steadily and I didn't want to wake him, so I picked up his cock and moved it to the other side. Before I let go, I felt it grow in my hand. Pre-cum was beading up at the pee hole. Could he be awake? I wondered.
Nah!
Then his dick flopped right back where it had been -- in the way! Again I picked it up, forming a gentle fist around the shaft, and not only moved it but held it in place, jacking it ever so slightly. Hell, just imagine if it were to flop over at the wrong time!!
The work went well, and I was within inches of his cockhead and balls. I reached for the towel and was cleaning him off when I heard him moan. Seemingly asleep, he appeared to be about to have a wet dream I reckoned from the flow of pre-cum. He thrust his hips toward me and I tightened my hand on his shaft.
It could have been the dumbest damn mistake of my career. But overcume with lust I popped his dick in my mouth and lathered that baby like you wouldn't believe. I didn't care if he was awake or asleep, I just had to have that dick. I ran my tongue under his head and all around the groove at the head. I deep-throated him. I jacked him and sucked his balls. I felt hands on my head and I figured he was going to rip my head off my chest, but instead he caressed and patted and pulled me into him. He propped his legs on my shoulders and I ate out that fresh-shaved hole, licking from his balls all the way back to the top of his crack in long laps. If you could have seen me, you'd have thought I had a tongue as long as Lassie. I narrowed down my focus to the pucker and fucked my tongue in and out for several minutes as I jacked his rod.
"Make me cum Eddie! Please!!"
I had his dick back in my mouth in a micro-second, giving that long shaft a hand-job and blow-job at the same time. He pulled my head toward his shaft in a fucking motion and erupted five or six times, giving me several mouthfuls of the tastiest cum ever to pass my lips. He started getting soft but I kept sucking hard enough to yank his body inside out. After awhile, I had licked up every trace of cum and he was moaning with contentment.
I'm so damned glad I took a chance that day. Bill is too. He says he doesn't have a single problem managing stress anymore -- as long as we get together three or four times a week!
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