Date: Tue, 9 Jun 2009 14:50:15 -0700 (PDT) From: nvtahoeus@yahoo.com Subject: A Close Shave for Justin - Part 1 This story is pure fiction. I like to think it could have happened -- and maybe it did, to someone -- but I made it up and used names not associated with anyone I know. If you're a minor, you don't belong here, but you know that already. Please don't reproduce this story without my permission -- it's my creation and I own the rights to it. Now sit back and enjoy it. Then let me know what you thought of it at nvtahoeus@yahoo.com. - Damian I'm looking at my reflection in my full-length mirror and not quite believing what I'm seeing. I'm standing here completely naked -- and completely hairless from the neck down. When I woke up this morning that wasn't the case. How my beautiful body hair disappeared earlier this evening -- and who was responsible for it -- is the subject of this story. But before I tell you who just shaved me, let me tell you about myself. My name is Justin. I'm 19 years old and live with my parents and younger brother, Joey (age 15) in western Nevada. I'm six feet tall and weigh 165 pounds. I have dark brown hair, blue eyes, pale skin, and a buff body from years of high school and now university athletics. I have a well developed chest, broad shoulders, and a slim waist. I have all the right stuff in all the usual places -- including a circumcised cock, 5 inches soft and a good 8 inches when hard. Under my dick are an impressive set of large low-hanging nuts that other guys seem to notice in group showers. Despite my confident, outgoing nature, I'm still a virgin -- probably a rarity in my age group -- but I just haven't found the right person yet that I felt I could get that intimate with. I've dated lots of girls over the years, but to be honest my sexual fantasies seem to betray an interest in guys. But I've not been able to fully admit that to myself yet -- much less to my family and friends. I started college the fall after I graduated from high school. As my family couldn't afford anything more, I chose a state university just 25 miles from home, and I have to commute and live at home to save money. When I was still in high school, my dad fixed up a room in the basement for me so that I no longer had to share a room with my younger brother Joey. At first, I was elated about my new privacy, but after only a few weeks I had to admit to myself that I missed bunking with Joey and shooting the shit with him. He was really kind of a cool kid brother, if one had to have one. And I liked the fact that he has always seemed to look up to me as his role model. But I was a college student now, and it was time for me to start carving out my own life, despite still living at home. I joined the university's freshman swim team -- partly, I had to admit, because the smell of chlorine and the sight of guys in Speedos (and often nothing at all) has always been a major turn-on for me. I do okay on the team but I lagged behind many of the others in my speed. My coach noticed this, and he also noticed that I was sporting a fair amount of dark body hair. He stood at the entrance to the gang showers one afternoon after practice. I was the only one still showering. He looked me up and down and motioned for me to come closer. He had Speedos and a tank top on -- his usual practice outfit. I was naked, wet, and soapy, but I walked over him to see what he wanted. I was nervous that he was going to cut me from the team, but that wasn't the case. In fact, he seemed to be the nervous one as he explained to me that my time could probably be cut somewhat if I were to shave my body hair. As I wasn't expecting that, it threw me for a loop at first. Then he added something else that I didn't expect. He suggested that someone should do it for me, as I would have trouble reaching everything myself. "If you want to stick around for a while, Justin, I could take care of that for you right now," the coach said, having a hard time maintaining eye contact with me. My stomach kind of did a little flip when he said that, because I couldn't imagine standing in front of my hot-looking swim coach naked for the amount of time it would likely take. I knew I'd probably pop a hard-on, and he would think (know?) I was some kind of pervert. "That's okay, Coach, but I need to head out pretty soon. I can probably get someone at home to do it." "Well okay, Justin, but try to take care of it as soon as possible. We have a swim meet coming up later this week, as you know, and I think getting rid of your body hair will help you compete better." He looked a little disappointed that he wasn't going to be the one shaving me, I thought. So was I, actually -- it could've been a real turn-on. I turned away and went back to my shower. Coach paused a moment, still looking at me, and then went back to his office. The "someone at home," I decided, should be my little brother Joey (better him than my dad, I figured). But could I trust him to use a razor on my most private body parts without slipping and cutting something more than hair? I decided to take the chance -- he was no longer a geeky little kid. He was 15 now. After dinner that evening with the family, I asked Joey if we could talk down in my room. He jumped at the chance to do that, because he hadn't really spent much time down there with me since I moved down. As we went downstairs, I was wondering how I was going to bring this subject up, especially since I hadn't been nude in front of Joey for a long time, and I wasn't sure how he would react to the idea of shaving me. I'm sure Joey was curious to know what I wanted to talk about. I sat down on the end of my bed, took a deep breath, and "dived in," so to speak. "Joey, have you started shaving yet?" "Yeah, about once a week or so. Why?" "Can you do it without cutting yourself?" "Well, yeah, so far." "Do you think you could shave me without making me bleed? "Sure," he said, looking puzzled. "But why can't you do it yourself?" "Well, I'm not talking about shaving my face. My swim coach says that I should get my body shaved on a regular basis to speed up my swim times, and I figured that maybe it would be a good idea to ask you to do it. I wouldn't be able to reach everything myself." There -- it was out in the open. The ball, so to speak, was now in his court. My heart was pounding, and I could feel a stirring in my groin. I added the obvious -- "This means I'd have to be naked. Are you okay with that?" I'm not even sure I was. Joey's mouth dropped open, and he shuffled a bit from foot to foot as he mulled over this idea. He was wearing just a T-shirt and some sweat shorts. I could almost see the wheels turning in his head as he started imagining what it would be like to do this for me. I thought I could also see his dick shifting and growing in his shorts. In fact, mine was doing the same thing. Shit, this was awkward! Finally, he said, "What would I have to do?" "Well, I'm not exactly sure how this is going to work, but why don't we just experiment with it right now?" "N-now?" he stammered. His expression was priceless -- I stifled a grin. "There's no time like the present, unless you have something more important to do." "Uh, no, I g-guess not," he said, his voice shaking noticeably. "Well, let me take a quick shower and then you come in the bathroom and we'll get going." I started pulling my clothes off and throwing them on a chair, but when I got down to my briefs I suddenly got shy. After all, there was Joey just standing there watching me strip -- something that I hadn't been doing lately in front of him -- and I felt my dick chubbing up. So I walked to my private bathroom with my briefs still on and shucked them out of his view and got in the shower. I decided it was foolish to close the door, so I left it open. When I was done, I said, "Okay, Joey, come on in." My heart was racing mile a minute. I emerged from the shower, and his eyes darted up and down my nude athletic body as he joined me in the bathroom. Thankfully, my dick had calmed down while I was in the shower, probably out of nervousness. "There's no need for me to dry off, because it'll be easier to shave me if I'm wet. I'll stand here on a towel, and you fill the sink with warm water and get my razor and shaving cream out of the drawer." Joey did as directed, and then he asked "Where should I start?" Stalling for time, I turned and asked him to start on my back, which had a little hair on it but not much. When he coated my back with shaving cream and started stroking the razor over my back, a sudden wave of pleasure crept over me. I wasn't used to anyone touching my back like that, and I began to realize how many nerve endings it had. When he was done with my back, I told him to sit down on the toilet seat and shave the back of my legs. I intentionally didn't mention my ass, as I just wasn't ready for anyone to do that, and it wasn't very hairy anyway, I rationalized. As he glided the shaving cream and razor smoothly over my strong, naked legs, I started to get hard. "Shit," I thought to myself. "I didn't want this to happen!" But there was no stopping it. By the time he was ready for me to turn around, my cock was sticking straight out from my body. It wasn't completely hard yet, but there could be no denying that it was well on its way. Joey looked right at it for a moment and then back up to my eyes. An unspoken spark passed between us. Joey looked absolutely mesmerized. Here he was, a naïve high school kid, standing with a razor in front of his completely naked, wet, and mostly erect older brother, a hot-shot university guy with a body Joey could only hope to have someday. "Do you want me to do my own chest?" I asked him, hoping he would volunteer to do it for me. He stood up and said, "That's okay -- I can handle it." When he did stand up, I noticed the front of his shorts showed a definite bulge. Was my little brother growing up? Was he really getting turned on shaving his naked big brother? He again applied some shaving cream and glided the razor over my torso until it was completely hairless, taking care not to cut my nipples, which were hard and standing out noticeably. I raised my arms, and he took all the hair off my pits, which didn't take very long. Then he sat down again and finished shaving the hair on the front of my legs. It seemed like every nerve ending in my body was on high alert. It wasn't helping any that he had taken -- without any prompting on my part -- to run his fingers over what he had already shaved to be sure he was doing a thorough job. All this extra touching was really getting to me, and I'm sure he knew it. Now was the moment of truth. There was no hair left on my body except my pubes. "There, too?" he timidly asked, pointing to my naked crotch with its 8-inch pointing penis. "Especially there," I said. "It all has to go." "He was face to face with my naked dick, and it was starting to noticeably throb. I moved my feet apart so he could have full access to my crotch. I had never felt so vulnerable in my life! "Be careful down there," I said, mostly -- but not entirely -- in jest. "I don't want to lose anything but my hair." First, I had him use a pair of scissors to cut off as much of my pubic hair as he could. As he snipped away, the cold metal of the scissors -- as well as Joey's warm fingers -- came into contact with my expanding dick, and before long it was standing straight up and just throbbing! I couldn't believe I couldn't control myself better than that, but my dick had a mind of its own. I don't think it had ever been so hard. Why was this turning me on so much? Obviously Joey noticed, and I think some of the touching was no accident. He tried to laugh it off, saying that it was a good thing my dick was hard -- that it made it easier for him to reach what he had to reach without moving it. When he was done with the scissors, he began applying shaving cream to my pubes and ball sac, and I shuddered in pleasure. He finished shaving off what hair remained with the razor, taking it slowly and carefully so as not to cut me. At one point, he had to pull my dick down to get at the top of my pubes, and I nearly gasped at the touch of his smooth teen fingers on my hard shaft. At some point, it became apparent to both of us that it would make Joey's job easier if I put one foot up on the side of the bathtub, allowing him maximum access to my package. By the time he was nearly through shaving my low-hanging balls, I was starting to ooze pre-cum. I was getting delirious with pleasure (and, I admit, the exquisite embarrassment of exposing myself to my little brother so completely and for so long!). "If he touches my dick one more time, I'm going to pop!" I said to myself. He did, and I did -- big time! I nearly fainted as I grabbed onto his shoulders for support, as great globules of my cum covered him, the towel, and the tile floor. "You're going to get to do this again," I reminded him, as I recovered from my spontaneous orgasm. He just grinned and said "My pleasure! But from now on I'm going to be naked, too, in case you blow your wad all over me again." The thought of both of us in our birthday suits brought a smile to my face. Joey was seriously cute and getting cuter every year. I had been noticing this but had never really thought about him in a sexual way before. "What's going on here, boys?" we both heard, as we saw our dad's puzzled but extremely interested face appear at the bathroom door. I practically jumped out of my newly hairless skin. I guess had some explaining to do -- as well as a lot of mopping up. (This is my first Nifty posting. I'd love to get some feedback. With a little encouragement, I have much more of this story to share. Damian at nvtahoeus@yahoo.com.)