Chapter 9: Presidential Favors
Some day I'll tell you all about Midnight Madness, and how our team won. I'll tell you and how Vance and Tiger, a straight brother, ended up dancing ON the bar at the local gay bar in less than their jock straps. But since no more sex occurred that night-at least none that I was a part of-I'll leave that story for another day.
I woke up the next morning, naked and in bed, and not alone. Curled next to me was Vance, also naked, but asleep. I'm not sure how he got there, or even if we had done anything the night other than the festivities in Jeff's room. I made my way out of bed without disturbing him. I grabbed my toiletries, threw a towel over my shoulder and headed to take a shower.
When I got to the shower room I found that someone had been sick on its floor. I carefully stepped around a pool of vomit and found a clean stall. I showered and shaved my face. Since I was alone, I also shaved my crotch. One never knows when one will have the opportunity to have sex. And since I like to be totally smooth, cock, balls, ass, and pubes when I'm fucking or getting a blow job, I tried to shave every couple of days. I also LOVE the feeling as the razor scrapes over my skin. Actually I also love the feeling as the razor scrapes over someone else's skin, too.
When I was done, I rinsed off, then turned off the water. I started toweling off when I realized how bad it stunk in there without the steam to hold down the smell. So I stepped outside and proceeded to dry myself off.
I had my eyes closed and a towel over my head, drying my hair, when I felt a hand on my balls and rubbing my smooth cock. A female hand, judging by its soft skin and small size. And by the slight scent of body lotion or perfumed hair in the air. I kept my head covered and kept drying off as a voice-female-said, "My how smooth these are." Fingertips ran over my just-shaven crotch, feeling the smooth skin between my navel and the top of my cock. "How soft it feels," the voice added.
I kept my head covered as I replied, "It feels great when you're having sex, smooth skin sliding against smooth skin. And none of those icky hairs to get caught in your teeth." I lowered the towel and pretended to look surprised as I looked into the face of a gorgeous blond dressed in a rather oversized man's terry robe. "Oops," I said. "Sorry, Bobby 2, I didn't realize it was you."
Bobby 1 stood there with a towel wrapped around his waist, glaring at me. Bobby 2 was Bobby 1's girlfriend, hence their nicknames. Bobby 1 was the president of the fraternity. He LOOKED like a fraternity president. His real name was Robert Winston Thurman IV, but to us he was just Bobby. He was tall, 6'2", and exuded masculinity with his square jaw, clean-shaven face, perfectly coifed light brown hair, steel blue eyes, perfectly straight white teeth-you get the picture. He had just the right amount of hair on his chest and arms to look "masculine"; a chest that was, by the way, well developed from rowing and tennis. As for his cock? I'd never seen it-nor his balls.
Bobby 2 giggled now while Bobby 1 stood there, clearly annoyed. Well-it was HIS fault for not checking that the shower room was empty before coming in with his girlfriend. I decided to annoy Bobby 1 even more, just for the fun of it. I threw my towel over my shoulder and stood there, smooth cock and balls exposed for all the world-and Bobby 2-to see, and chatted with her. Bobby 2 had the grace to ignore my nakedness, and chatted away as though we were both dressed and at a cocktail party. Finally Bobby 1 had had enough; he grabbed Bobby 2 by the wrist and tugged, "Come on, let's go shower. It's getting late." Bobby 2 said her "Adieu" to me and let herself be led off. I grabbed my kit and headed back to my room.
Vance was still sleeping, so I dressed quietly and headed out to get a bite to eat. He'd be up soon enough and find his way back to his room. Sure enough, when I returned after breakfast he was gone. The rest of the day was rather ordinary, so I won't bore you with the details.
I'd finished dinner and was reading in my room (it was too early for the early showing of the campus movie) when there was a knock on my door. I opened it to find Bobby 1 standing there, glaring at me. "Come on in," I said in my most jovial voice, sweeping my hand in front of me.
Bobby 1 came in and just about slammed the door. He poked me in the chest and said, "Because of YOU, I'm in trouble." I looked at him, waiting. "Bobby wants to try sex with me with a shaved crotch. She thinks it would be fun. I think it's KINKY. But if I want to fuck her, or get a blow job, I've got to shave. That's where YOU come in." Again he poked me in the chest. "You're queer [HIS word, not mine] so YOU'RE gonna shave me.
I couldn't believe it! He made it sound like it would be punishment for me to shave him! Well, if HE was going to think that way, I was going to take advantage of it. "When was the last time you took a shower?" I asked.
"This morning," Bobby said. He glared at me. "That's when SHE saw you shaved. After what YOU told her, SHE wants me smooth. I think it's fucking kinky."
"Here's the deal," I said, taking control. "You go take a shower while I get things set up. I don't like to shave dirty, sweaty guys. And when you come back, I'll shave you. And I'm going to take pictures of you, before and after, for my private collection." Bobby started to protest. I interrupted, "Take it or leave it. And if you want to fuck Bobby 2 tonight, you'd better TAKE it."
Bobby huffed and puffed, but finally decided he had to give in. As he turned to leave he had to get in the last word, "Okay. I'll be back. And you can take a couple of pictures. By if I find anyone besides you sees them, you're dead." With that he gave me one final poke in the chest, then threw open the door and went stalking off.
I was going to get ready, alright. The first thing I did was to grab a couple of cameras and made sure they had film. The next thing I did was to go and find Vance. I told him what was up. He grinned wickedly, then followed me back to my room. I soon had him installed in my closet with one of my better cameras and flashes. The door opened the right way, so when Vance popped out he'd be facing my bed. Finally I got out a couple of razors and an electric clippers, and then went and got a couple of large pots of hot water. When I got back to my room, I turned on some music, moderately loud, just in case Vance made some noise.
Bobby came back to my room with just a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was dripping slightly. His pecs bulged. I noticed he'd shaved his face again; he shaves more often than anyone I know. He just doesn't shave in the right places! Bobby closed the door, then looked at me. I was dressed in a pair of running shorts-and nothing else. My cock was only at half-mast, so it hardly showed, the way I was standing.
I picked up a camera, and went past Bobby to lock my door. "We probably don't want to be disturbed," I said. "You probably don't. As for me, it would improve my reputation as a shaver, doing a handsome stud like you!"
Bobby glared and said, "Shut the fuck up. Let's get going." I snapped a picture of him wearing just the towel. His chest looked good enough to eat, wide and flat and muscular; his shoulders were broad, his arms built up from tennis. His belly was just about hairless, just a slight circle of hair around his navel and a moderately wide trail of hair leading down under his towel. "Well, THAT will soon be coming off," I thought.
Bobby took off his towel and stood there. I got my first look at his cock and balls. They were nothing much to write home about (actually, I almost never write home about my sexual exploits!) Had they not been attached to such a stud, I'd hardly have noticed them. Bobby's cock was maybe four inches long and cut, and almost hidden by a thick bush which I'd have to take off with clippers. His balls looked average, and moderately hairy, although they DID hang down noticeably. "Bobby 2 will sure enjoy sucking on them when they're hairless," I thought. "I know I sure will!"
After I'd made Bobby pose and I'd gotten my fill of pictures, I told him, "Get on the bed on your knees." Bobby started to protest. "I'M running the show," I reminded him. "Now spread your legs a little." I put my hands close to his knees to encourage him. When the were spread as wide as would be comfortable I told him, "Rest your weight on your elbows, and relax." YOU try that, resting with your asshole wide open and an almost naked guy behind you! It'd be hard enough to relax if you were GAY and wanting it! I snapped a couple of "before" pictures of a studly ass, well-muscled from years of tennis and rowing.
I picked up a washcloth, wetted it in the still-hot water, and rubbed it around Bobby's ass. When he realized what I was doing, he started to protest. I told him, "She want's your crotch smooth. I'm doing EVERYTHING."
Bobby knelt there, gritting his teeth. I picked up a razor and started scraping, rubbing the razor down the sides of his crack. I rinsed the blade and kept scraping. When I took hold of his cheeks and started to spread them, Bobby gave a start. "Stay still," I told him. "I don't want to cut you." I guess he didn't want to get cut; he stayed still.
I scraped more carefully around what I suspected was a virgin asshole. And what a pleasant asshole it was! Bright lips, a wide opening. It looked "good enough to eat" as the rimmers say. When the last hair was gone, I wiped Bobby's ass with a washcloth, then dried it. "Hold still," I told him.
I snapped a couple of pictures; one was great, showing his face, great body, and smooth ass, which glowed a little from a slight sheen of water.
"Now it's time to do your front," I said to Bobby. "Get up." Bobby stood up. I guess he WAS straight; his cock was totally soft, even though I'd just been playing around with, almost IN, his asshole. I got a pillow and positioned it near the foot of my bed. "Sit down on it," I told Bobby. "Now lie back. Bend your knees and spread them a little." I sat down next to Bobby, then put one hand under his knees, and pushed them up towards his shoulders, sort of like I was getting ready to fuck him. "Spread your legs and hold them up." God was he STUPID!
I snapped another couple of good pictures with Bobby looking like he was ready to get fucked. I grabbed the razor lifted Bobby's balls with one hand.
Bobby gave a start when I first touched his balls. "Stay still," I reminded him, "If you don't want me to cut something off which I shouldn't. Bobby became totally still. "I want to do under here," I told him as I started scraping away at his perineum. Soon the soft skin from his asshole to the underside of his balls, and a good portion of his inner thighs, was devoid of hair. I ran a finger lightly over his skin, then touched up a couple of rough spots. Bobby laid there, legs in the air and asshole exposed for all the world to see.
"I'm done," I told him. "You can put your legs down." He did. "Now scoot closer to the end of the bed and hang your legs off the end. You'll be more comfortable." Bobby slid his body towards me and laid there on his back, knees bent and with his feet almost reaching the ground, he was that tall. They were nice legs, I noticed, firm, muscular, cut calves from all the sports he did. I knelt on the floor between Bobby's spread legs. I couldn't help but sit there for a few seconds, admiring the stud within my grasp, waiting to be shaved.
I decided to do Booby's balls next. I held the skin at the bottom firmly and pulled his sac over his cock. I scraped away. Bobby bent his shoulders forward and rested his weight on bent elbows. I guess he wanted to make sure of what I was doing. I scraped away, getting as much of the skin of his sac as I could.
I switched my grip and pulled downward, flattening his sac on top. Soon the top of his sac above his balls was smooth. I made sure I pressed down on his balls as I worked, harder than I would with someone I liked. Bobby gritted his teeth with the discomfort, but didn't say anything. I guess he thought it was how it was supposed to feel. It isn't-shaving can be VERY pleasant and sensual.
I grabbed hold of his sac ABOVE his balls, forcing them downward. Bobby started to protest as I stretched them. "Shut up, or I just may slip." When someone with your balls in one hand and a razor in the other says that, you shut up. I scraped away at the skin covering Bobby's jewels. Hairless, they looked even smaller then they had earlier. I grabbed the camera and took a picture of Bobby laying there with just his smooth balls hanging down.
I picked up the clippers and turned them on. Bobby said, "What gives?" I showed him: I ran them back and forth below his belly, working my way towards his cock. Off came most of the belly hair. Off came most of the traesure trail. Off came most of his pubes, as I guided the clippers along either side of his cock. I noticed Bobby's cock started waking up as I ran the vibrating clippers down either side. Bobby noticed too; "Stop that!" he said. I ignored him, and kept clipping away as much hair as I could.
I took out a small whisk brush and brushed away the loose hairs. I picked up another washcloth, wet it, and rubbed it over Bobby's belly, pubes-what was left of them-and cock. I picked up a new razor and got to work. Well, play for me.
Before Bobby could protest, I'd run the razor straight down from his belly to his cock a couple of times. Off came ALL of the trail of hairs and the lower half of the hairs surrounding his belly button. When I started to work on the OTHER half, the half ABOVE his belly button, Bobby leaned forward even more. "Hey!" he complained. "THAT'S not my crotch! You're supposed to be doing my CROTCH not my CHEST!"
"It would look funny if only half your belly were shaved," I said. I smiled sweetly as I added, "I'm only doing what's best for YOU." Bobby grumbled, but subsided, still bent forward, watching me like a hawk. Good, that brought his head into focus when I snapped a picture to show my progress.
I scraped away at the soft skin of Bobby's abdomen, again running my fingers lightly over it to feel for any spots I'd missed. I moved the razor lower and lower, until I was scraping along the top side of Bobby's cock. I took a firm hold of the head and pulled it to one side as I smoothed the skin at its base. I switched hands (I'm a switch-shaver, so to speak, although for close work I like to use my right hand) and did the other. I took the whisk and brushed away more loose hairs.
I was almost done, or so Bobby thought; all I had left was his cock and he could leave this hellish scene. I again took hold of the tip of Bobby's cock, this time making sure my fingers were INSIDE his short foreskin. As I scraped the razor along the sides of Bobby's cock, I made sure to work my fingers back and forth. Bobby was too worked up to notice that he was getting hard. Or, I should say, that I was MAKING him get hard.
I decided I was done and set down the razor. Bobby started to sit up. I pushed him back and said, "Hold it. I need to get some more pictures." I snapped away. I felt myself getting hard in my gym shorts-wouldn't YOU if you'd just shaved a handsome stud like Bobby? I didn't care if Bobby noticed.
As I got back on my knees between Bobby's legs I said, "I have to check my work." Bobby laid back; I guess he'd given up any humility he felt having another guy touching his crotch. I took the opportunity, when Bobby's eyes were off me, of reaching down and stripping off my shorts. I shoved them out of sight under the bed. My rock-hard cock pointed upward, but was still out of Bobby's sight below the edge of the bed. It was almost time...
I started running my fingers over Bobby's smooth crotch, feeling his smooth balls, running my fingers up and down the sides of Bobby's cock. It had started to swell from my previous fondling. Bobby started protesting again, but I reminded him I was just checking my work. I scraped at a few places, whether they needed it or not, just for the fun of it. And to make sure Bobby was "in the mood." As I worked, I casually shoved my shaving tools and the washcloths out of sight beneath the bed. The pots of water were already just about out of sight.
"Now it's time for my payment," I said to Bobby, my hand still casually resting on his cock, which had reached close to six inches in length.
"I let you shave me. And take pictures. THAT was your payment," Bobby said.
He started bending forward, as if to sit up. His cock
"No," I announced. "THIS is my payment." With that I leaned forward and gulped Bobby's cock down to the root. At the same time I got a good grip on his balls. Bobby wasn't going ANYWHERE.
At my signal, Vance and leapt out of the closet and started taking pictures of the William Winston Thurman IV, President of the TKEs, naked and getting a blow job from another naked guy. Bobby said, "What the fuck!" and tried to sit up. He put his hands on my shoulders as if to press me off his cock. Better and better! Now it looked like he was holding me in place, to make sure I gave him a good blow job.
Vance moved towards us, snapping away. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that somehow HE'd managed to strip in my closet. His four-incher jutted out; IT liked what it saw.
Bobby struggled. I worked my way up and down his cock, making sure Vance got good pictures of Bobby's face, great body, and shaved cock as it went in and out of a MAN's mouth. Bobby took hold of my ears, to push me off him. I squeezed his balls. Bobby started twisting my ears. Ouch! That hurt! I squeezed Bobby's balls harder. I guess THAT hurt also; Bobby stopped twisting.
"I guess HE's got you by the short hairs, so to speak," Vance cackled, as he snapped away. "Oh, it looks like you don't HAVE any short hairs!" Vance almost lost it at his joke. I almost gagged as I started laughing. Bobby took the opportunity to sit up and try to escape. I had the presence of mind to suck his cock all the way in and get a firm, hard grip on his balls. Bobby laid back, defeated.
I took Bobby's cock from my mouth and said, "I hope you're enjoying this. I sure am." Then I turned to Vance and said, "Do you want to try?" Vance set down the camera. I moved to one side as best I could. Vance reached forward. As I moved my hand away, Vance grabbed hold of Bobby's balls. Vance slipped as he was kneeling, I guess he yanked Bobby's balls a little hard. Bobby gave a shout. Vance said, "Sorry" and chowed down on Bobby's still-hard cock.
I picked up the camera and snapped a couple of shots of Bobby with yet ANOTHER man sucking his cock. Bobby laid there. I walked closer towards Bobby's head. By then my cock had started pre-cumming. I reached the edge of the bed; my cock was only a foot and a half from Bobby's face. "Do YOU want to try?" I asked.
Bobby said, "Fuck you!" and reached to grab my cock. I stepped back as Vance gave a hard yank on Bobby's ball sac. "Naughty, naughty," I chided him.
I moved back towards Bobby's crotch. Reluctantly, Vance gave up his position, his mouth on Bobby's cock, his fist wrapped round Bobby's balls. I resumed sucking. Then I decided to take another chance. I popped Bobby's balls in my mouth. They were small, and Bobby had a long sac, so they went in with no trouble. Bobby gave a start. I could see him plotting that he could make his escape, now that I didn't have hold of his balls. I closed my mouth further, and started pressing with my tongue on his balls. Bobby's resistance subsided. Vance took the opportunity to take another picture; this one included Bobby's hard cock bobbing in front of my nose as I sucked and lapped at his balls.
I noticed there was still no pre-cum. Maybe he wasn't a leaker, or maybe he really was TOTALLY straight. I'd never failed yet, and wasn't about to fail now!
I let Bobby's balls slip out of my mouth-I quickly grabbed them-and started working on his cock again. My other hand, the one not wrapped 'round Bobby's sac, I worked up and down his cock. I started sucking harder, letting Bobby's cock slide in and out of my mouth. Faster and faster I worked, harder and harder I sucked.
I felt Bobby's balls tighten up. He was getting close. I could see he was gritting his teeth, trying not to come. With Bobby's cock now deep in my gullet I had one hand free. I reached below Bobby's balls and felt for his asshole. Before Bobby could realize what I was doing, I had one finger in, up to the first knuckle. Bobby clenched his ass, squeezing my finger. He tried to bring his knees together, to squeeze my head. A quick squeeze of my own, on his balls, and he stopped THAT. When he laid back again, his ass muscles relaxed for the barest of moments, and I shoved my finger in further.
I sucked his cock. I worked his balls between my fingers. I wiggled my finger, what was in there, around Bobby's asshole. How could he HELP but come?
Vance moved in with the camera. Bobby gave a shout and his body spasmed, almost rising off the bed, as the first gush of cum hit the back of my throat. I decided I wanted a good shot, so I quickly pulled my mouth b ack. Vance managed to get a shot of Bobby's SECOND spurt; this one showed a STRING of cum still spurting out of Bobby's cock, the other end in mid-air and about to land on Bobby's chest, well above his navel. God could that guy cum!
Vance leaned forward and took Bobby's cock in his mouth. He, too, wanted his chance at this nectar. Two spurts went down Vance's mouth before Bobby laid back, apparently sated. I stood up as Vance got a shot of Bobby lying there, spent, a string of cum dotting its was from his pubes to just below his sternum. Not being one to wait food, I leaned forward and quickly started licking. Finally, Bobby realized what I was doing and pushed me off him and stood up.
Bobby said, "Fuck you," to me, and "Fuck you, too," to Vance. He grabbed for the camera in Vance's hand. Vance had thoughtfully grabbed for my shorts and thrown them on. He ran to the door of my bedroom, unlocked it, and went running down the hall, two cameras and two rolls of film clutched in his hand. At least he'd slammed the door shut behind himself.
Bobby stood there, catching his breath; after all, he'd just come. I picked up yet a third camera, a cheap one, and snapped away as he stood there, naked and totally smooth. Bobby didn't bother trying to stop me. I handed him a towel, not the one he'd come in with, and he wiped the remaining cum off his chest. Then he wiped off his cock and balls. Finally he wiped off his forehead, which glistened with sweat from his recent exertions.
Bobby didn't say anything. Threats, he knew, would be futile. All he could hope for was my good judgment and brotherly spirit to preserve his reputation. I kept my word-almost-only Vance and I ever saw those pictures. Vance was naked and in my room the few times I showed them to him, but that's another story.
I held out Bobby's towel in one hand and a robe in another, almost as a peace offering. Bobby grabbed both, putting on the robe and making sure the towel left with him. Funny, I never saw that robe again. And I never did find out from Bobby 1 just how good the sex was. However, Bobby 2, Bobby's girlfriend, winked at me when she saw me the next day. I guess SHE liked the job I'd done on Bobby's crotch.