Date: Mon, 6 Jul 2009 14:29:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: nvtahoeus@yahoo.com
Subject: Close Shave for Justin - Part 9

Damian in Nevada


I was still trying to figure out my feelings about what had happened
between Doug and me the other day.  Except for that brief three-way
jack-off with his brother Matt and my brother Joey, I had never before had
sex with a non family member.  It was quite different doing it with Doug
than it had been with Joey.

Doug did come back on Thursday morning for me to "check his rash," and we
had another hot suck session.  The rash was gone, but the passion remained.
But Doug was still in high school (for a few more weeks), and I felt funny
about pursuing anything with a high school kid when I was now in college
(although only a year older than Doug).

As I was mulling this over on the following Sunday afternoon, I got an
unexpected call on my cell from Tim Houston, one of my swim teammates at
the university.  He and I had never really talked much, but I did find him
quite attractive, although in a shy sort of way.  Like me, he's a freshman
and stands a couple of inches shorter than me, with short brown spiked hair
and brown eyes.  I was almost afraid to talk to him one on one, worried
that my interest in him would be too obvious.

"Justin?"

"Yo!  Who's this?"

"It's Tim...Tim Houston, from the swim team.  You busy?"

"Hey, Tim, no -- how's it goin'?"

"Well, man, I gotta bit of a problem, and I was hoping you could help me
out."

"Sure, Tim...if I can."

"Well, it's kind of embarrassing, but I got myself locked out of my house,
and no one's home.  My parents are gone for the day, so I went out in my
back yard to catch some rays, and I accidentally closed the door before
checking the lock.  I can't get in, I'm getting sunburned, and I'm stark
naked!  Thankfully I brought my cell out here with me, and I thought you
might be able to come over and let me in."

"Sure, Tim, but how did you ever get yourself in that predicament?" I
laughed, trying to picture this scene.

"I'll tell you when you get here.  I'm at 336 Baker Road.  Please hurry.
Someone's gotta let me in before mom and dad get back or they're gonna see
me in my birthday suit out here and laugh their asses off."

"Okay, buddy, but how do I get in?"

"There's a code box on the side of the garage door.  Just press
6-7-3-5-ENTER on the keypad and the door will go up.  Come in through the
garage and open the door to the back yard and let me in!  I can't let my
parents see me this way.  It's just lucky I put your number in my cell
phone directory recently."

He sounded really panicked, so I wrote all the numbers down and hurried and
got there in 15 minutes.  On the way, I got to thinking that it was odd
that he had put my number in his cell since we'd never really been close
friends or anything.  Maybe that would change today -- I couldn't say that
I would mind that one bit.  I was getting more and more excited the closer
I got to his house.

I managed to get the garage door up on the first try and ran to open the
back door so Tim could come in out of the sun.  He was indeed naked and
pretty red, but I think I got there before he burned.  Why he hadn't taken
a towel or something out there was beyond me, but it was too late now to do
anything but try to make him as comfortable as possible.  He had taken some
water out with him -- and his cell, of course -- but nothing else.

"Thanks for coming, buddy.  I didn't know who else to call.  You see me
naked almost every day at swim practice, so I thought you wouldn't mind."

Mind?  Me?

"Glad to do it.  Turn around and let me see your back.  Ouch, you're a bit
red back there," saying the obvious.

"I know.  I had to move around a lot to find what little shade I could, but
there wasn't much.  I wouldn't have gone out there unless we had the
privacy fence all around.  I've done it before but never got trapped out
there before.  I think I have some lotion upstairs to relieve sunburn.
Would you stick around and put some on me please?"

"No problem, man, I'm here to help."  This could be fun, I thought to
myself.  I'll do whatever this cutie wants done.

Tim noticed a phone message on the family phone in the kitchen, so he
decided to check it first in case it was important.  His mom's voice told
him that she and his dad were going out to dinner and wouldn't be home
until at least 8 p.m. and that he should fend for himself for dinner.  It
was now 3 o'clock.

"Looks like we have the place to ourselves for quite a while," Tim said.  I
wondered just what he had in mind to pass the time.  I could think of a few
things.

Even though I did see Tim naked regularly at swim practice, it was a
different dimension to see him walking around his own house naked.  I
followed him up the stairs and could only stare at his beautiful bare ass
as he climbed them.  I'd been semi-hard the whole time since arriving, the
evidence hidden only by my shirt, which was long enough to conceal it.  I
was wearing a pair of shorts under the shirt.  Tim, to my great pleasure,
was wearing nothing at all.

"Enjoying the view?" he teased.  At least he still had his sense of humor,
despite his embarrassment at locking himself outside naked.

"Sure am," I teased back, although I really was enjoying it more than I
could let on.

Tim was one of the few guys on the team with little body hair -- he was
smooth as a baby in most places, and only had some hair in his pits and in
his crotch.

He led me to a bathroom, where we found what he was looking for.

"Here," he said.  "Put some of this all over my backside."

He stood with his back to me while I dispensed a big glob of the stuff,
which I started putting on his shoulders and back as gently as I could.

"Oh man, does that ever feel good!" he exclaimed.

I kinda thought so myself!  It was the first time I ever remember touching
the guy, and I loved it.  He had the perfect kind of muscled body for a
swimmer -- broad shoulders, tapering to a narrow waist and slim hips -- and
I was going to keep this going for as long as he'd let me.  I wondered if
he had similar ideas.

When I had coated everything above his waist, I gladly turned my attention
to what was below it -- one of the most perfectly formed butts I'd ever
seen.  I sat down on the toilet lid and went to work on it, rubbing the
soothing lotion into both of his slightly red, rounded orbs.  I didn't
think I should go all the way into his crack, but I went farther than I
probably should have.  He actually started gasping a bit in pleasure, which
gave me impetus to go farther.

"Justin, you can just do that for the rest of the day, as far as I'm
concerned."

I had visions of doing just that, although I knew that at some point I
should work my way down his sexy legs.  I eventually turned my attention to
his thighs, rubbing up as far as I could go into his lower ass crack, once
or twice "accidentally" coming into contact with the back of his ball sac.
When I had done each thigh, I progressed down to his lower legs, finding my
"work" a little less satisfying there, although necessary.

When I was done covering his entire backside from neck to ankles, I asked
him if he wanted to turn around.  When he did, he practically hit me in the
face with his extended circumcised cock, which was sticking out at a
90-degree angle.  Tim had gotten as turned on as I was by this treatment,
and he was only too glad to show me.  I couldn't help but stare.

"Looks like you're glad to see me, Tim," I smiled.

"Looks like I can't deny it," he shot back with his own smile.  Then, more
timidly, he asked, "Justin, can I ask you a personal question?"

"Sure, what?"  Uh, oh, here comes the gay question, I thought.  But I was
wrong.

"I noticed your body hair has gone missing all winter, and I was wondering
if you shaved it yourself or had help."

No one on the team had ever asked me that question, so I wasn't sure how to
respond at first.  Should I lie and say I did it myself?  He'd see through
that, because he probably knew I used to have hair on my back.  Oh, well,
Coach Watson knows who did it, so I guess it wouldn't hurt for Tim to know
too.

"Well, Tim, the person who's been keeping me shaved all winter is my
brother Joey."

"Oh, wow...how old is he?"

"Joey's 15."

"Oh, he's young!  If I had a brother, I don't know if I would let him do
that to me.  Is he pretty good at it?"

"He does a great job on me.  Why don't you take a close look for yourself,"
I said, pulling my clothes off and finally freeing my cock from its
uncomfortable confinement.  Tim just blatantly stared during my quick strip
show.

In seconds I was as fully naked as Tim, and I let him have a long,
up-close-and-personal inspection.  He tentatively reached out and ran his
fingers through where my pubes should have been, and I jumped a little in
surprise and pleasure.  My cock was as straight out in front of me as his
was, and he brushed it with the back of his hand.

"When was the last time he shaved you?" Tim asked, a little nervously I
thought.

"Just last Sunday actually."  I didn't tell him that he had had a little
help from our neighbor friend Matt.  That would be too much information at
this point in our emerging friendship.

"He seems to do a good job on you," Tim said as his hand drifted down to my
ball sac, checking it out too while he had the chance.  God, it felt good!

"Uh...yeah," I managed to get out, despite my growing heat.

"Justin, I wanna see what it feels like to get shaved down there."

That was a shock!  I hadn't expected that.

"You want me to call Joey over here?" I quipped.  I hope he knew that was a
joke.

"I want you to do it," he said, emphasizing the word "you."

"It'd be my pleasure," I said in reply.  "Where's your razor?"

Tim produced the necessary supplies and I started in on him before he could
change his mind.  I got my hands nice and wet and put some shaving cream on
them and transferred it to Tim's waiting genitals.  He had spread his legs
apart in anticipation.

This was going to be even better than doing it to Doug last week because I
knew Tim really wanted it.  For the next 20 minutes or so, not a word was
spoken between us as I shaved his pubes and balls completely bald, doing it
as slowly as I could get by with.  Now I knew how Joey and Dad had felt
when they did this to me.

Tim looked sexy before, but now he looked fucking hot!  His magnificent
bare naked cock was standing up firmly and proudly, throbbing with his
every heartbeat.  Mine was doing the same thing.

"Wow, buddy, that's quite an impressive piece of equipment," I said with
understated awe.  The thing had to be at least nine inches long, a good
inch longer than my own ample endowment.  And he stood only 5'10" -- two
inches shorter than I was (not fair!).  A big drop of pre-cum rested on top
of his pee slit.

I certainly wasn't out to any of my teammates, including Tim, but I wanted
so much to lick that pre-cum off and maybe even go all the way down his
sexy shaft with my whole mouth.  My heart was racing a mile a minute.  I
looked up at Tim's face.  His eyes met mine with a sort of pleading look.

"Looks like all that shaving action got me pretty charged up," he said.

"Looks that way, chum.  Looks like someone should help you out, in fact."

I was trying to play it cool in case this was some sort of sick practical
joke and he was going to tell the whole team I offered to suck his cock.
But the look in his eyes told me that he was dead serious -- and desperate
for some real relief.

He took a step even closer to me, so that his cock was now only an inch
from my watering mouth, and pulled my head forward to let me know for sure
what I wanted him to do.  Sticking my tongue out, I gently licked the
pre-cum off, and he hissed in pleasure.

"Oh, man, that feels sooo good!"

That was all the encouragement I needed.  I licked all around the head of
his engorged dick, driving him even further into a frenzy.  By then he had
put a hand on both sides of my head and pushed his cock right past my
tongue, flirting with my tonsils.  I took it hungrily, sucking and pulling
him deeper and deeper -- as far as his dick would go.  And at nine inches,
it was by now in my throat.  He was running both hands through my hair
while I was trying to keep my gag reflex in check.

I had never taken anyone this deep in my throat, mainly because neither
Joey nor Doug had a pole that would reach quite that far.  I put my hands
on his ass cheeks and pulled him as he slammed into my mouth.  He was
practically rocking on both feet when his eruption started.

"Jeez, I'm coming," he yelled.  "Holy shit!!"

I swallowed as fast as I could, but he was pumping even faster and some of
it dribbled down my chin.  The smell of his cum was intoxicating to me!

Finally, he pulled out and leaned against the vanity, totally spent.

"That was incredible, Justin!  That was my first blow job, if you didn't
know.  Was it the first one you've given?"

I just smiled and coyly said "Maybe it was.  Maybe it wasn't.  You'll just
have to guess."

"I'm going to guess it wasn't," he smiled back.  "You're too good."

"Have you ever given one?" I asked, looking down at my stuff, which had
gotten and stayed very erect while I was shaving him.

"N-no," Tim said, eying my cock warily, like it was some sort of snake or
something.

"Would you like to practice on someone?" I smiled.

Tim continued staring at junior for a few seconds, like he was weighing his
options.  Finally, his mind made up, he held out his hand for mine and led
me to his bedroom down the hall.  I had to hope his parents weren't going
to change their minds about staying away.

He told me to lie down on my back, and he knelt between my open legs and
started gently touching my dick and balls.  His touch was tentative but
sincere.  After an agonizing wait, I pushed my cock into a vertical
position, pointing it at the ceiling, as if to coax his mouth into taking
me.  That's all it took.

"Justin, you're beautiful," he said softly.  "I've been wanting this for so
long."

Who knew?  That was music to my ears.  I closed my eyes and waited for the
touch of his wet lips on my expectant organ.  In three seconds it was deep
in his mouth.  Yessss -- the feeling was heavenly!  I squirmed as he went
up and down with his mouth on my pole, nearly passing out from the
unexpected pleasure of my first blow job from a teammate.  If this was his
first time, you wouldn't have known it -- he sucked me like a pro, and it
wasn't long before I felt the first stirrings of an imminent explosion.

"I'm gonna cum real soon, Tim.  In case you don't want it in your mouth you
can pull off," praying that he wouldn't.  He didn't disappoint me.  I felt
my cum about to move up my dick and then a blast that shook me to my core.
His gentle way of sucking left me feeling tingly all over, yet thoroughly
satisfied.  I guess he wasn't ready to swallow cum yet, because he got up
from the bed and went back to the bathroom, where I heard him get rid of it
and then gargle.

Then he brought his sexy naked body back to the bed and lay down beside me.

"How did I do?" he asked.

"It was awesome, man.  You did great for your first time.  You should keep
practicing though.  Maybe on me?"

"It could be arranged," he smiled.

We made an agreement that this would be our little secret and that we had
to be careful in the locker room to keep it that way.  Tim seemed even more
paranoid than I was about the possibility of being "found out."

It had been really exciting to finally "do it" with a teammate, especially
one as cute as Tim, but it was getting kind of late and I needed to get
home.  He gave me a nice hug when I got dressed, and we went downstairs.
He opted to stay naked -- I guess his red skin was resisting the idea of
wearing anything until he absolutely had to.  I certainly didn't mind!  I
smiled, gave his now soft dick a playful tug, pecked him on the cheek, and
turned to leave.

"Justin..."  I turned back around and took one final look at his stunning
nude body, head to toe.  "Thanks...for everything.  I think I'll keep you
in my cell directory after all -- in fact, I think I'll put your number on
speed dial!"

He gave me a really sexy smile, and I tried to give him back a good one
too.

"Call me any time, buddy," I told him.  "But try not to get your cute ass
locked out of the house in the sun anymore."

On the way home I thought to myself, "I just spent almost three hours with
Tim Houston, and he never had on a stitch the whole time.  I shaved him
bare, sucked him dry, and heard him tell me I was beautiful right before he
gave me his first blow job."

Was this a good day or what?


(Many of you have asked for it.  In Part 10, Justin's swimming coach
reappears and has some "personal therapy" for him.  As always, your
feedback is welcome and encouraged.  Thanks to all who've already written.
Damian at nvtahoeus@yahoo.com)