A Friendly Shave

I had just stepped out of the gym shower when my gym buddy, Steve, walked into the shower room. "Hey Steve, how was it?"

"I did a little more today."

"A little more weight? Or more reps?"

"Both."

"Nice."

Steve looked at my crotch. "Whoa, what's that?"

He'd noticed my pubes, "I trimmed."

"Trimmed, you did a lot more than that. Let me look." He got his face right down at my crotch level. I had a band of short pubic hair about 1" high in a nice curve over my dick and the rest was shaved. "That's wild, I mean, it looks great. You gay guys are really good at that kind of stuff."

I was proud that he liked my work. "I trimmed it, shaped it, and then I cleaned up with a razor to make it all nice and smooth."

He looked at my testicles. "You cleaned up your balls too. How'd you do that?"

"Same thing, I used a razor."

"I'd be scared to use a razor on my balls."

"It's not bad, you just have to take your time and be careful. When you get done, they tingle."

He stood up, "It looks really good, I'd like to try that."

"You should. Your wife might appreciate your cleaning up that big old bush."

"Yeah, maybe"

I was almost done drying off. "I'll see you later Steve. Are you coming on Tuesday?"

"I'll be here"

"See you."

Tuesday was leg day. We did our regular routine and were just finishing up when Steve told me he's got something to show me in the locker room. When we got there he stripped quickly. He turned to me and said, "What do you think?" and pointed at his junk.

I looked at his crotch and it looked like he trimmed his pubes with a lawn mower. "Um... did you do that yourself?"

"Yeah, but all I had was a pair of office scissors."

"I'm not gonna lie, it needs more work."

"I thought so too. And my wife kind of freaked out. What should I do?"

Easy answer, "You need to even it out, it's kind of lopsided. And its different lengths. You're gonna need an electric hair trimmer."

"I don't have those."

"I do, I can lend them to you."

"Actually I was hoping you could help, since you're so good at it." He was looking at me with a wishful expression.

I didn't hesitate, he'd always been a good friend. "Sure, no problem. When?"

"Can we do it now? I don't want my wife to see me like this again."

"Ok... but you should skip your shower here since you're going to need to rinse off after we get done."

"Sure thing. Meet at your place?"

"That works. Fifteen minutes? You remember where I live?"

"Yes."

"See you soon."

I had been home just long enough to lay a few towels over the bed when Steve arrived. I let him in and asked if he needed anything before we started.

"No, I'm good. Where are we going to do this?"

"I think the bedroom would be best. That way you can lay down while I work on you." He gave me a funny look. Sex had never been a topic with us. He knew I was gay and I knew he was married to a woman and that's where it ended. "Don't worry," I said with a smile, "just pretend you're in the barber chair."

"With my clothes off."

I led him to the bedroom and then I got my haircut kit out of the closet. When I came back he was still standing there. "Um, you're going to need to take off your clothes and lay down on the bed."

"I know, I'm just nervous. What if I pop a boner?"

I laughed. "I've seen plenty of those before, don't worry about it." He undressed and tossed his clothes in the corner. He laid down on the bed. "Lay the other way, on the towels."

He moved; "How's this?"

"Good."

I turned on all the lights so I could see better and then I got a good look at his bush. It really was a mess. He had even managed to nick himself with the scissors. "The first thing we're going to do is to even everything out. I'm going to use the clippers for that."

"Ok."

"But I'm going to have to cut it real short to fix it."

"Ok."

I plugged in the clippers and put on the #2 guide. He jumped a little when I turned the clippers on but he jumped even more when I laid my hand on his hip. "It's Ok," I said, "relax." I tried to act professionally as I quickly trimmed his bush with the clippers. Nevermind how I acted, I think the vibration of the clippers must have been a little intense, his cock seemed to grow a little as I worked.

When I turned off the clippers, he lifted his head up and looked down, "Are we done?"

"Yeah, with that part. Now you have to decide what else you want to do."

"What are my choices?"

"Well, you need to decide if you want to shape your pubic hair and how much hair you want to shave off from the rest of the area. Some guys like a real smooth look, others want to leave it more natural."

He was looking down at this crotch, "What shapes can you do?"

"We could just do a basic and clean up what you have. Or we could shave everything off, or leave a strip down the middle, some guys even do a design, like a heart, but I don't think you want that."

"What do you call what you have?"

"I call it a swimmer's trim."

"Let's do that."

"Are you sure? You won't have much hair left, is your wife going to be ok with that?"

"She'll be fine, let's do it."

"Ok, give me a second to get the shaving cream."

When I got back I asked him if he was ready. He said he was, so I shot a wad of shaving cream into my hand and then smeared it across his pubic zone. "Oh," said Steve.

"Feels good doesn't it? I always like the shaving cream," I admitted.

"Feels good," he replied.

I got my razor out and began to shave him. I took my time and used long smooth strokes to make his bush nice and even. I had a towel handy to clean off the razor when it got clogged with hair. Looking at his freshly shaved crotch, I remembered how I love the way a fresh shave looks.

I touched Steve's junk a few times while I was shaving him, but that didn't seem to bother him. He was laying back with his eyes closed and seemed relaxed. But it did make his cock grow a little more. In fact, he was at the point where his dick was starting to noticeably rise. I thought that was to be expected based on what we were doing. And, I won't lie, I was enjoying it.

"Do you want me to trim this happy trail? The hair that goes from your belly button down to here?" I ran my finger from his belly button down to this cock to illustrate.

"Yes. Please."

I rubbed more shaving cream on his belly and gently stroked the hair off with my razor. "Ok, take a look, tell me what you think."

Steve sat up and looked down. "Great. It looks just like yours. Thanks."

"I'm glad you like it."

"But what about the balls? I want to get them shaved too. Like you."

"I don't know Steve. I'd have to touch you a lot to do that and you're already getting a chubby."

"Please, I don't mind if you don't."

"Alright. Lay back down and spread your legs." Steve complied and I looked at his ball sack, he had a fair amount of hair down there and even more around the base of his tool. I put my hand on his sack and felt him tense up. "I'm just going to lift this to see how much hair is underneath."

"Ok."

I lifted the sack and moved it from side to side. It was hot, heavy and hairy. I was going to have to do some work down there.

I smeared a thick layer of shaving cream all over his balls. His dick really responded to that, it rose up to half mast. He was breathing a little harder too.

"Crap, I'm getting hard."

"That's Ok," I said, "it gets your dick out of my way."

I gently shaved his testicles. I used small, light strokes over the balls and then all the way around. I never pushed too hard, I let the razor do the work. It took a while to get all that hair. I had to hold his sack and move it around a lot to get all the hair between his thighs and his scrotum. I could see and feel his ball sack tighten up as I worked.

His dick was still semi-erect when I finished with his balls. "Steve," I said "I'm going to ask you to do something, but you don't have to if you don't want to."

He sat up a little, "What?"

"Well, I have to shave the hair from around the base of your penis. That's easier to do if you have an erection."

He just looked at me.

"If you could, you know, give yourself an erection, that would help."

"How should I do it?"

"How? You don't know how to get an erection?"

"Well..."

Steve started playing with the tip of his tool, rolling it between his fingers. Since he was already half-way erect it didn't take him long to get a full erection. Of course, I had never seen him hard before. It turns out that he has a nice cock. Probably a little more than 7" and medium thickness. A good husband-sized cock with a meaty well-shaped head. Looking at his hard-on I was starting to feel a little excited myself.

I filled my hand with shaving cream and wrapped it around his hard dick. I ran the shaving cream up and down the shaft. He was still sitting up and couldn't take his eyes off my hand rubbing his dick. I played with the shaving cream longer than necessary, but I was enjoying his reaction.

I grasped the tip of his hard penis with the fingers of one hand and used the other hand to shave his shaft. I had to move my fingers around his cock head to keep a good grip on his rod and to position it for the shave. All that stimulation kept him rock hard.

I took my time shaving his cock. When I was done, his face was flushed and he looked anxious. "Steve," I said, "there's only one thing left to shave."

"What's that?"

"Under your balls."

"Unh..."

"We don't have to do it, you can do it later by yourself if you want."

"No, no, that's ok. I want you to do it. What do I have to do?"

"Lay back, open your legs and pick your knees up." He gave me that look again. I tried to reassure him, "You're going to really like this, I promise." I'm not sure I was talking about the shave anymore.

I put my hand on his chest and encouraged him to lay back down. He seemed to relax, he lifted his legs and tilted his pelvis up to give me access to his taint.

Again I filled my hand with shaving cream. I smoothed it under his balls and made sure some dripped down to run across his asshole. While I spent some time rubbing the shaving cream into his balls and taint, Steve continued to work on his erection. He was making those little "Oh, oh" sounds.

I gently spread his cheeks to give myself room to work and shaved under his balls. I made sure to lightly brush against his asshole occasionally. When I was finished I said, "That's it, that's all there is to shave."

"You're done?"

"Yes, you're nice and smooth now."

"Thank you, but..."

"But?"

"I've still got an erection."

"I see that."

"I need to get off."

"You can do that here, do you want me to leave?"

"I don't know."

"You want me to stay?"

"I really liked the way you put that shaving cream on me."

Without saying anything else, I took the can of shaving cream and covered his cock and balls with a layer of foam. I stroked the shaft of his cock and squeezed his ball sack at the same time. When I moved my hand from his balls to lower down, he began to breathe faster. I massaged his taint for a little while and then I found his butthole. I repeatedly slid my finger back and forth over it as I slowly worked his cock. "Oh god," he moaned as I slid my finger all the way in.

I bent my finger and gently massaged his prostate until I felt it harden and swell. I took my finger out when I felt his asshole begin to pulse. But I kept working his dick as he unloaded streams of hot cum onto his stomach. He was panting and quivering as he lay on the bed.

"Are you Ok?" I asked.

"No one has ever done that to me before."

"Did you like it?"

"Oh god, yes."

"Good. I guess you need that shower now."

I got up, got him a towel and pointed him to the bathroom. When he was almost there I said "Steve".

Turning around, "Hmmm?"

"Do you know that, to keep things smooth, you'll have to be shaved every week?"

I got that look again.