SUMMER ASSOCIATE ADVENTURES All Feedback Welcome: c98b89 at gmail dot com Part 2: Someone to Please
The next morning, I came downstairs to Evan, standing naked by the dining table, eating his breakfast. "Morning roomie!" he exclaimed. "Morning," I responded, taking in his beautiful naked form. His dick was soft and a respectable size even then - about 5 and half inches, bigger than mine hard. He looked like one of those Greek statues, albeit a little hairier than most. I must have been staring for a while until I caught myself. "Sorry," I muttered. "Hard not to stare."
"That's cool," Evan said, smiling. "Actually, I was thinking about something last night. I said I didn't really want to get into any sexual trouble this summer, and that's still true. No women for me," he said. "Or men, I'm not really into that. Don't care that you are, just not my thing." He looked at me apologetically. I shrugged. "I'm not really into women either, don't care that you are, just not my thing," I quipped back. He laughed at that retort.
"Thing is, I do still like working out and making myself look good - for someone. But with girls out of the picture for the next 12 weeks or so, I was wondering if that someone could be you - like, I'd be making myself, you know, aesthetically pleasing for you." Is this real, I thought to myself. "Me? Why me?" I stammered.
"Well, who else am I going to be on display for? I guess I could find someone else," he started. "No, it's cool, I don't mind as long as you're ok with it," I said. More than OK, really.
"Then it's settled!" He said. "I am yours to make as you please. What would you do to make me more aesthetically pleasing."
"Dude, in case you haven't looked in a mirror, you're already pretty damn aesthetically pleasing," I said. I wasn't lying - the man was a god, from his soft brown hair, to his bright blue eyes, to his cut jawline and strong Adam's apple, to his muscled chest and dark pink nipples, to his tight but not too tight abs, to his - growing? - pink member, down to his tree trunk legs and feet.
"Oh come on," he waved at me. "Everyone's got something to improve. Or," he started, "everyone's got some things they like more than others. I'm your canvas! Or your clay!"
"Well, for starters, maybe we can get you into a position where I can see you better. Can you stand shoulder width apart and put your hands behind your head?" I asked. Evan moved into position. "How about we call this your display pose? Lets me see all of the goods." That made him chuckle. "Sounds good. I'm in display pose. Want to take a closer look?"
I breathed deeply and approached him. "You can touch," he said. "Like I said, canvas or clay." I ran my fingers across his pecs and flicked his nipples, which stiffened up. "Sensitive," I said. "Yeah, always been like that," he replied.
I put my hand on his firm abs and grazed his belly button. "Should I cut more there?" He asked. "I could diet more to get some real definition." "No," I answered. "I like it like this. Some guys look like action figures. You look like a real person - although a pretty fucking hot real person." He smiled at the compliment. He was enjoying this.
I gazed down at his member, which was growing in size. I looked up at him for approval. "Go ahead," he said, "just no jacking me off or anything." I took his dick in my hands - or rather, the part of it that fit. He was freshly showered, so he smelled nice. I cupped his large balls as well. "Nothing to improve here, no sir." I said. He laughed. "That's good, not much I can do about that." I can think of some things, I thought to myself.
I stepped back to admire his body. "Well, there is one thing that comes to mind, but it might be a pretty big change." "Lay it on me," Evan said. "Well, statues are mostly smooth, and you've got quite a bit of body hair."
"Do you want me to shave?" Evan asked. "Well," I started, "I know of a place where they can shave you down and put down a kind of cream, all safe, that will stop hair growing for about 12 weeks." "Well that sounds a lot easier than shaving regularly!" Evan agreed. "Where can we get that done?"
"There's a groomer I know who does this," I started. In my head, I wondered if this would actually work. That groomer was a dog groomer - my parents had had a lot of show dogs, and this guy could do wonders for them. He had moved to this city a few years ago, but he would still help my parents out with their prize dogs once in a while. The thought of bringing him a man to work on made me a bit uneasy. It did also titillate me.
"Now work? I'm free all day." Evan asked. "I think so." "Well, what should I wear?" Evan looked at me.
"You're asking me?" I responded, puzzled. "Well, yeah. I'm your canvas and your clay. What would you like to put me in."
"OK if I check out what clothes you have?" I asked. We went to his room and I looked through his drawers. I pulled out a grey tank top - one of those ones college bros make out of oversized shirts, with the sleeves cut off and the arm holes expanded so large you can see their muscles and sometimes their nipples. "How about this?"
Evan smiled. "Haven't worn this in ages. Walking down memory lane." I rummaged further, and said, "well this you probably also haven't worn in ages, how about it?" I pulled out a white athletic jockstrap -the kind athletes use, not the kind gay men liked to parade in - and some black five-inch inseam athletic shorts. Evan put them on. Somehow the man looked even sexier wearing these clothes, with his muscular side and arms poking out, and the short shorts showing the musculature of his legs.
I handed him a pair of flip flops to complete the look. "Ready to go and shave me?" He asked. That broke my nerves a bit. This was going to be interesting.