Several years ago we moved out to the "country" away from the bustle of suburbia. Well we're not really rural either but we are in an area with minimum lot of 2 acres. One of the big benefits of not having neighbors stacked up on either side is that I can do my nude sunbathing on the back deck. It does make it a little dicey in the winter as the "tree cover" is a lot sparse. But heh, don't look if you don't want to see a naked man sunning on his own porch...
Well anyway, one day after living there a couple months I was sunning on a particularly gorgeous day without a cloud in the sky. My wife had gone into town and would be gone for most of the afternoon. I mostly work from home and try to spend my middays sunning on the deck whenever the weather cooperates. When I flip over from sunning my front to my back I usually work in a few yoga moves just to keep stretched out and try to keep some semblance of flexibility. I had just finished my minute or two of yoga and got situated facedown when my neighbor, Jordan, called over to me. If he were out by the fence just a couple minutes earlier he would have seen me leaning my ass towards his yard as that is the direction into the sun. He certainly would have gotten an eye full with my ass kicked up in the air and balls just swaying through the moves. I tend to hold updog for awhile to keep the backs of the legs limber. Since my back was facing him he would've gotten another good look at my wares when I got up, first kneeling, then standing with my back to him and my dick and balls swinging freely. I faced his yard, gathered my shorts, tugged them on and headed off the 150 foot walk to meet him at the fence. Like I said earlier, it's nice not having your next door neighbor within spitting distance of your own house.
I don't know if he had seen me out sunning before or not but he did not seem startled when I got up off the deck nude and had to put on my shorts before walking over. After some "how've you been" small talk he finally got to his concern. It seems there are a couple of dead trees on the back of my property that he is concerned could fall over onto his fence and into his yard. He has a right to be concerned as these are huge dead pines that probably top 50 feet. Not only would they destroy his fence if they fell, they could also fall on some of his out buildings. Even though these buildings were more like rotting down lean-to's I promised him I'd get my landscape contact to get them down in the next week or two. He said that was fine and engaged in a little more small talk before and I was itching to get back sunning on the deck.
As I was about wrapping up the conversation and had already taken a couple steps back toward my house he interrupted to ask permission to ask me a question. He kind of got real serious and quiet and softly said he couldn't help but notice that I shaved "below the belt". I chuckled a little and told him it was no big deal to ask and informed him that I get waxed regularly. He looked at me quizzically and repeated, "waxed?" I explained to him what a brazillian waxing was and how it is done. I went in to much more detail than I needed to but enjoyed him being somewhat uncomfortable with the entire topic. He then asked me if it was really that much different than shaving, which he had tried once and hated it. I stepped up close to the low fence and pulled the front of my shorts down and said, "see for yourself". Since I had just gotten waxed two days before my skin was incredibly smooth. I pulled my shorts down far enough for my cock to pop out a bit instead of just showing my nonexistent pubes. I showed him how waxing didn't leave the bumping and roughness that shaving does.
He just stood there with his mouth slightly open staring at my barren flesh of and around my cock and balls. I took another step closer, making him a little more uncomfortable and said, "feel how smooth it is" and rubbed my fingers across the area above my dick. He looked up at me like he misunderstood what I had said and was looking for clarification. I again told him the only way to get a sense of the difference in shaving and waxing was to feel how soft it was. With that he reluctantly reached out and rubbed the back of his hand across my absent pubes. He looked up at me as if to confirm what I told him was true. I said he should use his fingertips to really get the feel for the softness. He then ran his fingers back and forth and couple of times as if he were discovering a sensation that had never been experienced before. As he pulled his hand back he "accidentally" brushed the back of his hand across my dick. I pulled up my shorts and suggested we go into his shed so he can get a better look since I noticed that his wife's car was in the driveway.
He looked up again, transfixed on my hairless cock and balls, and shook his head yes. He opened the short gate and I followed him the short 20 or so feet to his shed. He opened the door and I went in first and stopped only a couple feet in as my eyes adjusted to the lack of light. I was pleasantly surprised to hear the sound of the dead bolt locking guaranteeing our privacy. He clicked on a light switch just inside the door and a couple large fluorescent lights came to life over what looked like a work bench. The shed was cluttered with apparent junk on the left side and quite neat on the right side where we were. He walked over to a makeshift workbench and switched on a couple more lights that were incredibly bright compared to the overhead shoplights.
While Jordan fiddled with something by the wall, I walked over to the workbench and slowly and completely stepped out of my shorts. I was completely bare except for my flip flops I slipped on before heading over to the fence earlier. He walked over next to me turned on yet another light with a flexible neck. He positioned the light to shine directly on my slowly growing dick. I rubbed my hand across the absent pubes again and asked if he could see the difference in the way waxing looks compared to shaving. He got closer and ran his hand back and forth across my barren man mound while constantly brushing up against my cock, much to my visible appreciation. I invited him to explore the entire area to feel for himself how smooth I was. I lifted up my cock and let him run his hand on the underside and pointed out how completely hairless waxing was able to accomplish. I then encouraged him to feel the smoothness of my balls and he eagerly complied.
He must have gotten a lot more comfortable with the entire situation as he begun feeling and fondling me with both hands. I was almost completely hard by this time and let out a number of soft moans that seemed to fuel his eagerness. He moved his right hand to my cock and began to softly stroke me. I again moaned, louder and just let me head fall back in bliss. After he had been stroking my cock to complete hardness I told him it wasn't fair that I didn't have something to do with my hands. He quickly took the hint and pulled his shirt over his head, unbuttoned his pants and swiftly pulled his pants and underwear straight to the ground. As he stood up his cock stood at attention as well. I was quite impressed with his erection as he absentmindedly stroked it a couple of times before returning to mine.
