"Well I'm just going to rinse off before I head out. So I guess..."
"Yeah that sounds good, I'm pretty grimey, too." He cut me off before I could say "I'll see you later"
We lugged our bags to the shower house which was a rustic old brown shack, with showers that were nothing more than pipes coming straight out of the wall in little stone cubbies. That's the park service for you, cheap but functional. It was empty, and he shamelessly and single mindedly stripped, flinging his clothes all over the wooden bench. I slowly undressed, letting him get ahead of me.
I checked to make sure he was already around the corner and a frantic urge came over me. His bag was open and his clothes were strewn everywhere. I could see his crumpled hanes boxer briefs and shorts, but I grabbed one of his worn, brown, collared ranger shirts which was damp around the neck and pits. I swapped it for one of mine, thank god we both wore medium. He'd never notice.
Naked, I strode into the shower next to his. Only a small stone wall was between us that came up to our waists. He was already soaping his pits and gave out a massive "aaaahhhh" that the whole campground might have heard. This forced me to remember that now people could hear us, unlike our secluded patrol. I was on guard that some blundering tourist could stumble in and ruin our peace.
The suds ran down his neck and shoulders, then following the lines carved by his biceps. He certainly had bigger shoulders and arms than me. But my pecs were a little wider, and my short dark chest hair went higher up my pecs, almost to my neck. His chest hair was lighter and only hung from the bottom of his pecs.
I heard him rummaging around, he had unfolded some black shaving kit and hung it on the shower nozzle, with a tiny mirror on one of the folds. I finished my shower to see him naked in front of the mirror, shaving off his week's scruffy beard. His cheeks and jaw now smooth, he moved onto his adam's apple and the back of his neck. He was straining to twist and see the back of his neck in the mirror, which was fogging up, so he tried to feel if he had gotten it all with his hands. Ever wanting to help, I walked around out of my shower stall and into his, only wearing a towel.
"Dave, let me fix that for you." I said. I grabbed for his gillette razor and felt the back of his fingers slide down my palm as our grips transferred.
I grabbed his warm trapezius muscle, which swooped down from his neck to his shoulder. I was a few inches taller than him and felt powerful behind him with my hand on his shoulder. He gave me a curious but surprised smile at me through the mirror as I firmly traced the back of his neck until it was perfectly slick and smooth.
He reached back and touched his neck with his fingertips. "Oh I love that." He said. He took back his clippers. "It feels so much better when it's smooth. Here, I can get you if you want."
This surprised me but I just stood there breathing in my towel. The hair on my chest and head were still damp from the shower. He put his left hand on my collarbone and with his right hand, cradled my jaw. His fingers glided all over my jaw, my half inch scruff tussling under his fingers. He was really exploring my facial hair, studying it like were a rare artifact, admiring what my body grew. Where was he going with this? Finally he reached down and took back his razor. His left hand was pinching my chin, gently guiding my jaw's angle, while he scraped away with his right. I glanced in the mirror, he was carving away all my scruff except for my mustache. I had never worn only a mustache in my life, I could barely recognize myself. But the fact that he made me this way meant it was now special. I stroked the edges of my lips' hair.
I smiled and said, "Well this is new. Might take some getting used to." As I took the razor back out of his hand, squeezing his hand slightly as I took it back. I pretended to move the razor to his crotch to see if he'd recoil but he called my bluff.
I got a look of determination and squatted down in a baseball catcher's pose. My towel fell off in this position. I paused for about ten seconds looking up at him with his privates in front of my face. I had already gotten to admire them twice, and only once while he was awake. But my god I could admire them every day. I saw his throat swallow heavily. Once the window for him to protest had closed, I massaged his sack with warm suds and began ultra carefully chipping away at his nut hairs with the razor. His nuts grew slippery and under my particular artistry they were soon completely smooth like two swinging eggs. I didn't look up to see if he was amused or horrified. He looked a little wary but didn't say anything.
God his balls were beautiful, I was drawn to them, they were magnetic, they were pink and steam was rising off of them from the hot shower. They were so relaxed from the hot water that the skin was like silk. I sucked a little bit on his sack and opened my lips. The skin easily flowed into my mouth and then one fleshy egg after that. He drew air through his teeth. I opened as wide as I could for his second spermy lobe so as to not hurt him. Once they were both inside I sealed them with my lips to make them mine.
His sack floated on my tongue with a blanket of spit on them. I caressed them like the precious jewels the were. After all they carried the DNA of this unique, sunny paragon of a man. The only source of it in the world. He was his balls. But I guess they were mine, now, too. I now four male gonads in my control, his and mine, and I was honored that another man lent his to me.
I wonder what he thought as his wet cherries slipped under my bristly upper lip, under the hairs he just trimmed, and disappeared. Looking down and seeing his ranger co worker's eyes lost in wonder and a mouth full of testicles.
I needn't wonder long as he brushed some of my black, wet hair off my forehead and said, "d-damn buddy.." He kept his hand on my forehead and his thumb massaged my temple. Then he laid his swole meat next to my nose, it landed with a quiet slap. It curved upwards onto my forehead, his frenulum rubbed my left eyebrow.
He started massaging himself and I felt his nuts tighten and pump. He threw back his head and his adam's apple vibrated in the air in a deep groan, amplifying the hum of his throat. It was glorious to witness this man's primal moment, his mating cry.
