Steve Gets Shaved Copyright 1997
The next day at work, Greg's crew cut caused quite a stir. It made him look, well, sexier, or so I heard a couple of the girls in our department say.
Greg was just eating it up. Davey, the "out" guy in our department was also turned on by it. Davey was pissed, also; I think he noticed the lack of chest hair poking out of the top of Greg's shirt, and suspected that I was responsible for it. It was still nice that he was envious of my "conquest."
Steve, the senior guy on my small project team, also noticed the chest hair, because he commented to me, "I see you did more than just give Greg a crew cut. How much did you take off?" I grinned at Steve and said, "That would be telling. But I would be happy to give you the same kind of haircut that I gave Greg." "I don't think I'd want a crew cut," Steve replied. "It wasn't your head I wanted to shave," I retorted. "Think of the tan you could get at the beach," I said. "And the girls seem to like it," I added, because I knew-- or thought I knew-- that Steve was straight. I knew he was divorced, "amicably," and did not have a steady girlfriend. I also knew he was not getting it very often, since he often commented on Monday mornings about "another unsuccessful vixen hunt." That's what he called his bar prowlings.
Now, Steve was not at all like Greg. Steve was in his early 30s, and whereas Greg had a built-up body from his work at the gym, Steve's body was lither, like a runner's body. Maybe 5'10, 150 pounds. I knew he jogged, swam, and scuba dived, and his body showed his active lifestyle. I had dived with Steve a couple of times, and knew he had a nice chest, perfectly lickable nipples, with just a little bit of hair, and a small trail of hair below his navel. Steve's hair was light brown, almost a sandy blond, just a light coating on his arms and legs. I had never seen Steve naked, though his basket pushed out nicely when I'd seen him in his bathing suits.
Steve and I joshed a bit more-- he knew I was gay and did not let it bother him-- before changing the subject to work-related matters. I noted that he had never said he would hate being shaved, in fact, his response had been vague, like "Maybe some day," or "I'd have to be pretty drunk or horny." I'd just have to find a time when Steve was drunk and very horny-- preferably not drunk since I really did not want to take advantage of him. I wanted him to know what he-- and I-- were doing, and for him to enjoy it as much as I would.
One Saturday a couple of weeks later, Steve and I went diving. When Steve stripped out of his clothes at the dive site, to put on his wet suit, I noticed that his chest looked as good as I had remembered. And the bulge in his swim trunks looked just as big. Steve saw me eyeing him because he grinned and said, "Keep your mind on the diving." Then he mysteriously added, "You know, there's a time for work and a time for play. Now, let's get diving." He threw his tank on, slapped me playfully on the ass and said, "Let's go, barberman." Stranger and stranger...
By the time we got back to my house, it was almost dusk. I said to Steve, "Since you live in an apartment, why don't we clean up the gear here?" I got us a couple of beers, and we took the dive gear around back and hosed it off.
At one point Steve said, "You look kind of sandy." With that he picked up the hose and aimed it at me. I had no choice but to attack, and grabbed his arm. We fought back and forth for a couple of minutes, laughing all the while. Steve is stronger than I am, so I was getting wetter than he was.
Steve must have noticed that I was also getting turned on, because he grabbed the front of my suit, stuck the hose down it, and let loose with a blast of cold water. I howled, and grabbed Steve's arm. I somehow was able to pull his arm behind his back into an arm lock. "Say `uncle,'" I roared.
"Up yours," he retorted, laughing all the while. "Maybe later," I said, grinning. After a couple more minutes of wrestling, we finally got up and shook off the water. I said, "Let me get a couple more beers while you finish up here." I noticed while I was walking away that the budge in Steve's trunks had gotten larger. I also noticed Steve surreptitiously trying to "adjust the furniture" as I went back into the house.
After a few more minutes, and a couple of more beers each, we were done cleaning the gear. I said to Steve, "Do you want to have dinner here? I can rustle up some grub while you take a shower." Steve said, "Sure, I have no plans for the evening," and headed off for the bathroom. Steve came back a few minutes later with a towel neatly-- and modestly-- wrapped around his waist. I told him to finish making the salad while I cleaned up. I showered, making sure to use the special "hose" attachment to clean myself up-- if Steve was straight and liked fucking, maybe he'd fuck me as a substitute for some woman he couldn't get.
We sat in our towels eating dinner and discussing work, the diving, and life in general. Finally Steve pushed his plate away and said, "So, tell me, what did you do to Greg?" I replied, "Better than that, I'll show you." With that I went to the den and came back with the photo album of my adventures with Greg, along with my camera. "Before I show you," I said, "I want to take some pictures of you." I hastily added, "With the towel wrapped around you." I positioned Steve against the same wall against which I had positioned Greg, and snapped a couple of head shots and some great waist-up shots. I then sat Steve down on the couch, handed him the photo album and sat down next to him. Steve worked his way through the book, looking at Greg in all of the various stages of hair removal, culminating in his lying in my bed, wrists cuffed to a leather collar, legs spread, cock, balls, pubes and all totally denuded. While Steve was looking at the book, I was looking at Steve. The bulge under his towel was definitely growing....
When Steve had finished the book, I turned to look at him and asked, "Well?"
"I don't want a crew cut," Steve replied. "That's okay," I said, "I don't really like giving haircuts, and only do them when it's the only way to get to do the rest." I then rubbed my hand down Steve's chest, lightly brushing the blond-brown fuzz. I stood up and said, "Let's get started." Steve stood up, shyly trying to hide the tenting of the towel in front of his crotch.
"You know," he began, "I've never done this." "What," I said, with a grin, "Gotten your hair cut? Or had your picture taken? Relax, I have to do all of the work!"
I led Steve into the bedroom and laid a clean sheet over the blanket. "Lie face down," I commanded. "And loosen the towel around your waist, but leave it covering you." Steve laid down. He reached to his waist to undo the towel, then reached lower to straighten out what I suspect was a raging hard on. I got out massage oil, some mentholated witch hazel, and some soft towels. I turned on the stereo in the bedroom to some relaxing, New Age music. I then straddled Steve's back and reached up to position Steve's wrists by his head. I began rubbing some massage oil into Steve's shoulders, then started massaging them. They were quite tight, from the hard work of diving and in anticipation of the unknown experiences ahead. Steve murmured his appreciation, and I could feel him relaxing under my careful hands.
"Relax," I said, as I continued working my way down his back. I moved the towel covering Steve's middle, just enough to work on his lower back. I got a quick glimpse of a delicious-looking ass before moving the towel back into place. I stood up and got my shaving supplies. I straddled Steve again, and started shaving his back. He did not have nearly as much hair as Greg, just a few tufts near his neck and a bit just above his asshole. It was also quite fine, a silky down of brown-blond hair.
I got off the bed and told Steve to roll over. While he was rearranging the towel which stood out from his waist, I got a washcloth of warm, scented water. I careful wiped Steve's face, then laid the cloth over his eyes. I positioned Steve's arms again so they were near his head, armpits up. I decided to leave off the cuffs and collar; he did not seem the type for a bondage fantasy, as Greg had. I stood there a moment, feasting my eyes on this work of man laying on my bed.
I decided that the light coating of hair on Steve's chest could stay; it framed his lithe physique nicely. I carefully removed the towel which covered Steve's midsection, and gently spread his legs. Steve's 7" cock stood up in the air. It was thin, but had a nicely-flared head. His doctor had done a nice job of trimming the foreskin, leaving enough to play with. I knelt on the bed between them. As I suspected, the hair on Steve's crotch was thin enough that I would not need a clippers to trim it first before finishing up with a razor. I took hold of Steve's cock and held it out of the way. While I was shaving the hair from Steve's navel to the top of his cock, I gave his cock a couple of experimental squeezes. Steve wriggled a little and sighed.
I worked my way around Steve's cock, shaving away the brown hair which covered up Steve's delightful-looking member and surprisingly large balls. I then took hold of the tip of his cock, and with firm but gentle strokes shaved all the hair covering his shaft. I paused, admiring my work, and touching up a couple of spots I had missed. I poured a small dab of a pleasant, sweet-tasting lotion into my hand to warm it up, then slowly spread it on Steve's belly and up and down his cock. I then bent over his cock and took it into my mouth. Steve started sitting up, but I gently pressed on his chest and he laid back. I ran my tongue up and down his shaft, just enough to excite him, but not enough to get him off. Steve shuddered, then sighed in appreciation.
I took Steve's balls in one hand, and gently stretched them away from his body. I carefully shaved the skin of his sac. I then took hold of his scrotum, forcing his balls down further, and carefully smoothed one, then the other. I lifted them up and shaved the skin below them. I spread Steve's legs apart and shaved the skin back from his balls almost to his asshole.
"Time to turn over," I commanded.
Steve rolled over onto his stomach. He had to reach down and fix his rigid cock as it stabbed the mattress. I told Steve to get on his knees as I reached under Steve's belly and pulled him into a kneeling position. This put his hole in the perfect position to be shaved. I ran my hand over his butt, swirling it playfully around his hole. I then started shaving, working my way down from his back and upward from his perineum. In a couple of minutes his butt was smooth, excepting his hole. I told Steve to brace himself and I spread his cheeks apart with one hand. Steve gasped a little-- he probably did not know what to expect. I shaved his hole with quick, confident strokes, pausing to admire the rosy lips which puckered out invitingly. I'm not sure what Steve was ready for, so I did not do anything except look.
I let go, and told Steve he could lie down again. I then took some lotion and spread it over his butt. While Steve laid there, I grabbed my camera and took a couple shots of his yummy-looking bubble butt. I then told him to roll over again. As he was rolling over, I took a couple of more pictures.
Steve quickly became hard again, and I focused in on his hardon and snapped away. "I'm pretty much done," I said, "Except to check my work." With that I sat down on the bed next to Steve and leaned over his hardon. I bent down and took it into my mouth. I sucked it in, down to the thatch of pubic hair which was no longer there. I pulled my mouth back slowly, then back down again, in and out, in and out. I took my mouth away and held his cock in my hand, admiring it. "Well, that seems to be nice and smooth," I said. "And you seem to appreciate my work," I added, grinning at Steve. "Now let's check on your balls," I told him, and bent down to take first one, then the other in my mouth. I rolled my tongue over these delicious orbs, finding I had done a perfect job of denuding them.
I decided to get more comfortable and laid down on my side next to Steve. I twisted my body so I could rest myself on my elbows. I lifted up Steve's ballsac and buried my nose and tongue into the skin between his balls and his hole. "That tickles,' Steve said, so I worked my way back to his balls and once again ran my tongue over them. I once again took his cock in my hand and began to pump it up and down, slowly. A drop of pre-cum appeared on the tip, and I licked it off. I then stuck our my tongue and ran it over and around his piss slit, then around the edge of the head. Steve shuddered and tensed up as I found a way to tease his sensitive organ.
I bent my knees slightly, and spread them. The towel, which had covered my middle all this while, opened, revealing my own raging hardon, naked and pointing out from my smooth abdomen. Steve looked at it, then tentatively reached a hand to touch it. He pulled his hand back sharply, almost as if it had been burned. "It's smooth!" he exclaimed. "I did that last night," I explained. "Then I touched it up when I took a shower just now. Go ahead and fell how smooth it is."
Steve reached toward my crotch. He ran one finger experimentally down my shaft, then around the base like he was playing with the hair which wasn't there. He took hold of my balls and ran his fingers playfully over the smooth surface of my scrotum. I couldn't help but thrust my crotch toward him. "Run your tongue over them," I said encouragingly. "Feel how smooth they are." "I've never..." Steve began. "I know," I said. "Don't do it if you don't want to." Steve screwed up his courage and leaned his head forward toward my crotch. He stuck out his tongue and ran it over the ball which he held in his hand. I think he was surprised that it did not taste sweaty or dirty. He took another couple of licks. To encourage him to go further, I took his own balls and sucked them one at a time into my mouth and ran my tongue over and around them. Steve tried to do the same. My balls are quite a bit larger, and Steve was only able to get one into his mouth at a time.
It may have been Steve's first time, but he took to ball sucking like a pro.
After a couple of minutes, I inquired, "Ready to go further?" Steve looked puzzled, so I took his throbbing cock into my hand. I bent over it and sucked it eagerly into my mouth. "I don't know," Steve said. He panted and jerked suddenly as I found the spot I was looking for on the head and flicked my tongue back and forth. With sudden resolve, Steve bent forward, opened his mouth as wide as he could and tried to chow down onto my eight-incher.
He must have "bit off more than he could chew," because gagged and spit out my cock. "Easy," I said. "It's not going anywhere!" Steve look at me, then looked at my cock. He bent his head forward again and took just the tip into his mouth.
We proceeded to 69, sucking each other's cock in and out. I continued running my hands around and over Steve's smooth balls, massaging them, pulling them down in their sack, running my nails lightly over them. I pulled Steve's cock out of my mouth, which caused him to do the same.
"What's up?" he asked. I showed him, by bending my head down and once again taking his balls in my mouth and swirling my tongue over them. I continued working Steve's pole up and down. Steve followed my actions, tonguing my balls and working on my cock with his hands.
I could feel Steve's balls retracting, and knew he was getting close to cumming, so I let up for a minute. Steve sighed, contentedly, and switched back to sucking on my cock. This was the first thing he had done that was not copying my actions. Maybe I had a natural-born cocksucker on my hands--make that cock! I went back down on Steve's cock, but continued running my hands over his smooth balls and pulling them down in their sac. I could feel Steve tensing up again, and knew he was about to come. I was getting close, myself, so I stopped sucking for a moment and looked at Steve and said, "I'm going to cum soon, so if you don't want a mouthful, you'd better stop sucking now or else go back to my balls."
"I'm also getting close," Steve replied. "What are you going to do?" Now, I love the taste of cum, or "man juice," as I love to call it, so I winked and said, "This." I chowed down again on Steve's cock, sucking it in and out and massaging his balls. "Okay," he said, somewhat tentatively, and bent back down on my cock.
I felt Steve shudder, then he began spurting down my throat. After three or four gushes, I pulled my head back so that the next spurt went into my mouth.
I rolled the jism around on my tongue, savoring its sweet-salty taste.
Delicious!
Putting my mind back on my own cock, I felt myself at the point of no return.
I tensed up my body, then let out a tremendous gush of cum down Steve's throat. I was surprised that he didn't gag, but kept his mouth clamped on my cock like a veteran cocksucker. After a couple of spasms I was letting up, and Steve, too, pulled back so my next spurt was into his mouth. He tasted it carefully, swallowed it, then began sucking hard on my cock to milk the last drops of cum out.
As we both finished cumming, we both laid back on the bed, resting and catching our breaths. "That was great," I exclaimed. "That's the best cum I've tasted in months! You must have been eating a lot of candy, it tasted so sweet!" Steve said nothing, so after a minute I asked, "Well, what did you think?" Steve said, "I'm not sure. It was not as bad as I thought it would be. In fact, it was kind of pleasant." He hastily added, "I don't think I'd like to make a steady diet of it, and I still like to screw women, but it wasn't bad." I grinned wickedly and replied, "The next time you come over for your shave, you'll just have to try screwing a man." I added, "Of course you'll have to get screwed, also. That's something a woman can do to you, only not in bed!"
Steve grinned and said, "Now what?" I said, "Now we catch our breaths, then take showers and clean up. Then we get dressed and pack up your dive gear and you go home. It's getting late, you know." Steve looked at me and said, "I hate driving in the dark, and I am kind of tired. Is there any place I can sleep over here tonight?" I looked at Steve in surprise and said, "I have only the one bed, so you'll have to have to help me change the sheets."
Steve grinned back, and said, "You know, I don't have to be anywhere until tomorrow night for dinner. That should give you plenty of time to show me other things you like to do in bed. With that, he began pulling off the sheets.