One of my friends (I'm gonna call him Alan) was on a swim team. Alan heard from some of the guys that professional swimmers shaved their bodies to reduce friction in the water. Alan talked it over with me and decided he ought to give it a try. Now, we were the kind of friends who changed naked in front of each other whenever we needed to, but never had any sexual contact.
So Alan had hair on his legs, under his arms, and all over his crotch. I thought he would shave himself in private, but after putting it off for a few days he asked me if I wanted to watch him shave.
He decided to do it in the bathtub using disposable razors. First he ran some warm water into the tub, and then got in.. Naked, of course, with his dick at rest. I kept my boxers on but removed everything else to keep from getting my clothes wet.
Alan lathered up one leg and began. It seemed to me that the job was not going as smoothly as he thought it would. But he went on shaving his leg, saying "Ouch" every minute and leaving little tracks of bleeding cuts on his skin. Then the other leg. By now it he was making "Eee" noises and it was obvious that he was no longer enthusiastic about shaving his body.
From there he lathered up his pubes but just lay back in the tub. Time went by without him bringing a razor near his private area. Suddenly he grabbed the package and thrust a fresh razor at me. "You do it," he instructed, laying all the way back with his eyes closed.
I don't have to tell the OOTS family what happened next, but here it is. With the first stroke of the razor, starting near his navel and drawing the blade down toward his dick, he began to get horny. There was no doubt about it. His dick shifted on his leg. Maybe only a quarter-inch, but it definitely came to life. I stopped and looked at him. He seemed to be trembling all over. "Go ahead," he said.
After several gentle razor strokes he was perhaps halfway hard but not yet fully erect. "Hell!" he told me, almost crying, "I can't control what's happening to my thing. I'm sorry!"
By then I was hard myself and had a sneaking suspicion about what was going to happen. I asked him if he wanted me to go ahead. His answer was a sort of suppressed "Shit!" followed by "Do you mind?"
With each succeeding stroke his dick became more and more swollen until he was sporting a fully hard erection.
I don't think we said any more. I know Alan never instructed me to masturbate him, but he did say that I ought to take off my boxers. And then, sort of automatically without any conversation, we began stimulating each other.
The result was a very fulfilling set of mutual climaxes as well as a new depth to our friendship. And as far as I know, Alan never tried to shave his body again.
This may have been as innocent and unplanned as the writer describes it. However, a person can't help but wonder if the swimmer had it all figured out in advance beginning with their first conversation about shaving his bod.
ReplyDeleteI'm so happy to hear that that event led to 'a new depth of their friendship'. Because after they both then masturbated each other and ejaculated, their relationship could have easily gone in the exact opposite direction, with one or both of them later so embarrassed over what happened that they never wanted to even see each other again.
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