A week of so after I had arrived to visit and you were stroking my cock and balls. You suddenly sat up and looked closely at what you had been holding. "Daddy, you aren't clean-shaven any more; your hair is starting to grow back and it tickles my nose a little."
"So what do you think we should do about this situation, Baby?" I smiled.
"Well β you could shave it Daddy. Or...you could let me do it?"
The thought of having your hands massage my cock and the anticipation of trying to control my excitement and not cumming all over you both frightened and challenged me. "OK, Baby! Let's do it!"
You jumped up from the bed and told me to stay right there. As I lay there naked, I could hear running water and the opening and closing of several drawers and cupboards in the master bath. You returned - still in all your naked sensuality - carrying a shallow metal basin from which steam arose. Under your arm was a rolled up bath sheet that I knew from our showers together to be thick and soft. You asked me to roll to my side and you unrolled the towel so that it was totally under my legs and half way up my back. It was also wide enough to catch any water that might go astray on the sides. When I looked down, I saw that when you had unrolled the towel, you had spread out a small pair of scissors, a shaving brush and soap cup (haven't seen those for a while; you told me that this is what you bought for your own use and the shaving soap is very mild) and a washcloth.
You had me scoot up and you placed a pillow under my lower back so that my ass was elevated and all was displayed for you. Taking the washcloth, you soaked in the steaming water, wrung it out and wrapped my cock and balls in the soothing warmth. "This will soften your pubic area and make it more pleasurable" you told me. After allowing the warmth to settle in, you removed the cloth and inspected my cock very closely; so closely in fact that your warm breath struck my pee opening and you (quite accidentally I'm sure) blew gently into me. I jerked and my cock started to grow. "Oh no, Daddy! We can't have that!" I felt the sudden freeze on my balls as your hand β holding an ice cube that you obviously had taken from the bar fridge in the bathroom where we kept our wine for our long, languid baths together. The effect was instantaneous β I deflated immediately.