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 PORN STARS

   By Pete Brown petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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   Part 2

   "Another fine mess you've got us in to: Laurel and Hardy!", I said to
Alex as we got out into the street.

   "What do you mean?  As the man said, a lot of guys would give their
right arms for a free day's screwing.  AND, I'd point out, we'll have a
hundred quid each, cash in hand.  How many hours of shelf filling is that,
after they've taken all the tax and stuff?"

   "Yes, but I don't know if I'm ready for this.....  I..."

   "So, Ray's scared!  Ray doesn't think he can fuck a real woman, just
wants those little slags at school...  Oh, this will make something to tell
the lads - Ray turned down the opportunity of fucking some gorgeous bint,
because he as scared!"

   "No, it's not that.  It's just that I don't know I want to do it in
public.  Look, why don't you go by yourself."

   "Ray, mate.  You heard the man!  He wants us both, because we're so
different.  He said he wouldn't take just one of us.  So if you won't join
in, it means I can't go either.  Come on - once you get the smell and the
feel of one of those women, you won't even be aware that there's all the
other people there."

   I was shuffling along, rather unsure of how to go on.  But I had to
speak.

   "Actually, Alex, it's not all the strangers.  I don't think I could fuck
someone with you watching me."

   "Well, I can see you'd be embarrassed at the thought that you weren't
performing as well as me!".  Alex gave me one of his big grins, and punched
me playfully on the shoulder to show that he was joking.  "But what makes
you think I'll be watching you?  I don't want to see that hairy arse of
yours pumping up and down - I'll be too busy looking at all that gorgeous
flesh underneath me.  So don't flatter yourself that you'll be the centre
of attention - if anyone is watching, their eyes will be on me: they'll be
so amazed at my technique, at my body, that they won't be interested in
you...."

   I sort of shrugged.  I liked the way Alex bragged, and chivied me along.

   "Anyway, you don't have any choice now.  We've shook on it, and a deal's
a deal, between men.  Come on - let's try and blag a drink in one of these
pubs around here.  They don't know us, not like at home, and they perhaps
won't challenge us."

   So saying, Alex turned in.  I hate this - he's always trying it! 
They're really tight on checking ages near our houses, and they all
recognise Alex and me and all our mates.  But still he tries to order
pints. It's so embarrassing to be turned down.

   Actually, this pub was different - Alex marched up to the bar and
ordered a couple of pints of premium lager, and although they gave him a
funny look and it seemed they MIGHT ask him to prove his age, they served
him.  We sat at a table in the corner.

   "There you are, Ray - real men of the world.  Never mind that those guys
earlier think we're old enough to fuck in films, this pub even believes
we're old enough to buy drinks!  Cheers, mate!"

   We drank, and chatted away.  Alex was bubbling with excitement, and some
of it rubbed off on me.  As he talked about what was going to happen on
Saturday, I guess our voices got louder and louder - these premium lagers
are really strong, and we're not that used to drinking, anyway.

   The pub was filling up as it was late afternoon now, and I suppose the
offices around were starting to empty, and I suddenly noticed that all the
customers were men - there were no women at all, even when groups came in,
they were all men.  I thought it a bit strange, as around by us it's pretty
mixed, and you even get parties of girls from the local offices coming in
by themselves.  And I saw that some of them were staring at us, and not
looking pleased.

   Alex went rabbiting on about "cunts", "tits", "lovely ladies"....  And
then I realised where we are.

   "Alex, shut up!"

   "Oh don't be such a wimp, Ray.  It's OK to talk about sex in a pub..."

   "ALEX!  Shut the fuck up!  Look around - all these guys.  You brought us
in to one of those gay pubs you read about in Soho.  I don't think they
like overhearing you talking about fucking women, mate.  Let's drink up and
go."

   Alex stopped abruptly.  I do make my point forcibly sometimes - usually
I let Alex take the lead in things as he likes doing it, and enjoys being
in charge.  But he's not always as bright as he should be and sometimes I
need to get him back on track.  Actually, I usually get my own way in
everything - either I agree with what Alex is doing so I let him get on
with it, or I can make some point that will get him to change his mind and
make him think that he's the one who's made the decision to do what I
wanted to do anyway!

   We had almost finished our drinks, but Alex insisted I bought him one.
We really didn't need a second pint at all, but you know how it is - you
can't duck out of buying your round, can you?

   I had to go to the bar, and the barman looked me as he had at Alex, as
if wondering whether to challenge me about my age.  What was worse, though,
was the way that a lot of the customers looked at me as I walked back with
the pints to our table - I got that impression that they were looking at me
to judge how good I would be at sex, just as those men had earlier in our
audition.  I was really glad I had really baggy jeans on so they couldn't
see my bum!

   As we sat there, Alex started on again, but now in a much quieter voice.

   "Fucking hell, Ray, you're right.  This is a gay pub.  Every one in here
is a bloke.  And you should have seen some of the looks you were getting on
the way back from the bar.  Do you think they think we're boyfriends?  Or
do you think they think we're in here to pick someone up to fuck?"

   "Alex, shut it...."

   "No, Ray, I'm serious.  Do you think we look like boyfriends?  Shall I
hold your hand...?" He made to move towards me on the seat, and I equally
quickly moved away."

   "Stop it, Alex.  I don't want them all looking at me."

   Alex could tell that this was another occasion when I was right, so he
stopped messing around.  He lowered his voice, and we continued chatting.

   "What do you think it would be like to go with another bloke, Ray?"

   "I don't know.  Don't fancy it at all, though.  It was bad enough having
to watch you wank yourself - I wouldn't want to have to hold your cock.  I
don't know how that guy did it, taking hold of us like that and making us
have an erection."

   "Right enough.  And eating your own cum is gross enough - do you think
that gay blokes eat each other's cum?"

   "Look, Alex, keep your voice down!  I've seen you looking at that gay
mag that was in the changing room, just as I did.  From what I could see,
they had their mouths pretty full of each others' cocks, and there was some
cum trickling down the chin of one of them...."

   "Utterly gross!  A bloke's cock in your mouth!  I wonder how many of the
men in this pub have done that?"

   Alex and I were both laughing a bit, because it seemed so utterly
improbable that all these handsome guys standing around would do anything
like that - they all looked "normal", just like us.  I suppose we had the
common idea that we got from all the jokes our mates told each other that
all gay men were mincing queers.  Most of the men around us were anything
but that - they looked better and fitter than your average run of pub
customers - I suppose that's because they look after their bodies more.

   "Alex, I think all of them do, from what I understand.  Now, shut up,
and let's get home.  I've got homework I've got to do, and so have you."

   "Oh, leave it out, Ray.  You don't have to do it.  Anyone would think
you cared about whether you passed the GCSEs."

   Actually, I did.  I'm pretty bright, and I'd seen what happens to lads
who do fuck all at school - they don't get good jobs.  I wanted to go to
university, and a good university, too, not one of those converted
polytechnics.  And you needed to do a "proper" degree, not some soft option
like "Social Studies".  But it just wasn't easy at our school - even those
who wanted to work, like me, and could do well in exams, didn't: it just
wasn't the culture.  All your mates, like Alex, would think you were a wimp
if you tried to take part in lessons, or if you got good marks.  It worried
me, actually, because I was scared shit about the future, but I couldn't
possibly lose the respect of my mates, and particularly Alex.

   But he was going on, as usual.  "And fancy trying to fuck an asshole. 
Have you ever tried to slip it up the back passage of one of the slags at
school, Ray?"

   "No - I've got enough difficulty in persuading them to let me fuck them
'properly', without that!"

   "Well, I did try, once.  I thought it was gross.  I can't see why anyone
would want to do it."

   "Well, I suppose that if you want to fuck, and it's fairly well known
that men don't have cunts, then the arse is the only...."

   "Oh stop, Ray, you're making me feel ill!" Ray was laughing now, and
perhaps encouraged by this, a couple of men came over and asked if the
other seats at the table were free.  On the other hand, it might just have
been because the pub was now rapidly filling up, and all the other seats
were taken.

   Both men were in their mid-twenties, I suppose.  And I think you'd say
they were "handsome" - both medium build, both in smart "business casual"
shirts and chinos.

   They sat down, and unlike in most pubs where you might speak to the
other people at the table after a few minutes, or not at all, one of these
guys immediately said

   "Hi - haven't seen you in here before.  Up in London for the day, lads,
and after a bit of excitement in the Wet End?"

   "No - we're Londoners.  Just stopped in here for a drink before tubing
it home."

   "You two play together?  My mate and I do, and we're always looking for
other broad minded couples, especially younger than us."

   I thought Alex was going to say something really awful, and all sorts of
thoughts went through my mind about fights in pubs, the police....  But I
guessed he was either so amazed at this brazen come-on, or was in fact
aware that they both looked as if they could handle themselves well in any
disturbance, that he just stood up, and said quietly "Sorry, but we really
have to go.  We've got dates already tonight.  Sorry!  Come on, Ray, stir
yourself."

   We got up and walked out.  On the way to the tube Alex kept on and on.
"Fucking hell, Ray, they thought we were a couple of queers.  And they
looked so normal.  Have you ever heard anything like it - never met us
before, just came straight out and almost asked us if we wanted to fuck
with them!  And a four-way - no hesitation, just out with it!"

   "I'd heard that gay guys were supposed to be more direct, Alex."

   "Fucking hell, Ray, think how it would be if you could just do that down
our local.  See a couple of tarts you fancy, and go over and ask them if
they want to shag.  No messing around, no need to buy them drinks, no two
or three dates first whilst they 'get to know you', no need to take them
clubbing.  Just straight out with it, without any upset, 'want a shag?'".

   "Well, Alex, blokes are different.  We are more direct.  We only have to
do all the other stuff because women want us to.  It's probably genetic, so
it's not going to change - our cocks just want to get inside a nice warm
cunt, and we are impatient to do it immediately to plant our seed.  But the
woman wants to find someone who'll look after her, someone who'll be a good
father...  So we come at if from different directions.  I suppose that if
you want to shag guys, then you both just want to be direct, and get on
with it...."

   "Think of it, though, Ray - if only women were like that, you could cut
out all the crap and all the wasted time, and get straight down to it.  You
could shag a different one every night, as there would be no need for all
the foreplay."

   "You're so fucking horny all the time, Alex", I said, laughing, so that
he would know I wasn't serious, "..  That I wonder that you don't take up
fucking blokes then.  You could just go into that pub, and have your pick,
judging by the way they were looking at us when we went to the bar.  Of
course, you'd have to be a bit careful..."

   "Why?"

   "Well, presumably at least half of them would want to get their cocks up
your arse, rather than having yours up theirs!"

   "Oh stop it, Ray, you'll make me feel sick!".  Alex was laughing, too,
as we just couldn't imagine going with other men.

   The tube was, of course, vilely crowded as we were at the height of rush
hour, so we couldn't carry on this conversation, or even talk any more
about plans for Saturday.

   I tried not to wank myself that night, or on Friday morning, as I
thought I ought to "save" myself for Saturday.  All that meant was that
instead of having erections every half an hour or so as you do when you're
a lad, I was almost constantly erect.

   Friday afternoon, after school, Alex came around to my house and we were
talking about the following day - it was almost as if we each needed to
"talk the other up" about it, bragging about how much we were looking
forward to it.  I think that if either of us had dared to say "I don't want
to go through with this", the other would have agreed.  But neither of us
was going to say that first, as we each knew that the other would jeer at
him.

   My mobile went off - that's unusual, because all our mates text.  It was
the studio people, and I listened with amazement to what they had to say. I
ended with "Yes, he's here with me now, and I'll tell him, too.  See you
tomorrow, then."

   Alex looked quite put out - I think he thought that I should have given
him the phone.

   "What was all that about, then?"

   "They forgot to tell us something about tomorrow.  They want us to shave
our balls, and our arse holes."

   "Fucking hell, Ray, we can't do that!  Why do they want it done,
anyway?"

   "Well he explained that if you shave your balls they look bigger - the
camera isn't confused by a 'fuzz' of hair around them.  And they say it's
nicer for the other person, if they fondle them - they feel softer and
smoother.  They want us to shave our asses in case the camera happens to be
positioned so that it's looking at them whilst we're fucking - apparently
people don't want to see hairy asses.  He said it was particularly true in
my case, as I've got such wiry black hair."

   "Well, I'm not going to do it.  What about next week, at football?  All
the other guys in the showers..."

   "Well, he said that if we didn't want to do it ourselves, they'd be
happy to help tomorrow morning - they could add in a shaving scene to the
plot.  So unless you want the world to see your arse being shaved, you'd
better do it tonight."

   "Fuck me, Ray, you should have told him to piss off.  I'm not shaving,
at home or there!"

   "Well he sort of implied that it was 'no shave, no picture'.  He
reminded me that there were lots of other guys who would want to take
part...."

   "No way, Ray.  I'm not shaving."

   "Good, Alex.  I didn't want to do this anyway.  So if you're glad not
to, either...."

   "Oh, so you're chickening out, are you?"

   "Look, Alex, it's you that doesn't want to shave...  And no shave, no
DVD, the man said."

   "Well...  How do you think you do it?"

   "What do you mean?  With a razor, of course."

   "Well, I can see how I can shave my balls.  But didn't you say he'd said
we had to shave our asses as well?  How do you get a razor up there?"

   "I suppose that's why he said we could do it as part of the movie - I
suppose they get the women to help..."

   "Fuck me, Ray!  No way!  I'm not having one of those women looking at my
arse hole, and running those big red finger nails along my crack..."

   "So what are we going to do, then?"

   "Your mom and dad aren't back from work, are they?"

   "No..."

   "OK then, Ray...  Up to the bathroom, and we'll help each other, now."

   "Alex, I don't think..."

   "Come on, not scared, are you?  You've seen me lots of times in the
showers before....  It can't be all that bad...."

   My heart was thumping as we climbed the stairs.  Sure, I'd been with
Alex in the showers at school, but getting naked with another guy in your
own house is very different.  Even the idea of it seemed very strange.  I
know they say "my heart was in my mouth", but it really did feel like that
- my chest was all tight, and my throat was almost blocked as the tension
mounted.

   If it had been left to me nothing would have happened, and it was Alex
who went into my bedroom and started to take off his grey trousers, blazer,
and white school shirt.  As I said, it looked so strange to see him there
getting naked in my bedroom, and he almost snapped at me to get a move on,
too.  It felt so odd peeling off my stuff - even though it was my bedroom,
having a naked Alex sitting there on the edge of my bed watching me made me
feel all strange inside.

   And then we walked across the landing to the bathroom, it felt even
worse!  In my house my mom, dad, sister and older brother and me are never
naked - we all put on a dressing gown, or get half-dressed, to go to the
bathroom.  It was only my older brother who even changed this slightly -
when he was about my age he started to walk around just wearing boxers in
the Summer.  Mom and dad made a sort of joke about it, and my sister said
he was gross.  But it kind of gave me 'permission' to do so, too.  But
there was no way, even when I was totally alone in the house that I would
dream of crossing the landing totally naked - after all, I might go in and
take a bath, but someone might come home, and then how would I get back to
my bedroom?

   Alex went under the shower, and I stood and watched him.  "Come on and
join me, Ray", he shouted, but I wouldn't.  It's OK to go in the communal
showers when there's lots of room, and lots of other blokes around.  But
with just two of you, in a small domestic shower - there would be no way I
could avoid touching Alex's body.  So I waited until he had finished, then
started to shower myself.

   When I got out and was standing there drying myself, Ray had taken one
of the disposable razors I always use for shaving and my aerosol shaving
foam and was standing with his back to me, with one foot resting on the
edge of the bath.  I couldn't help but look at his balls hanging down
between his slim thighs, just below his bum, and he was half bent over and
his arms were hunched up - I moved towards him, and I could see him peering
down at himself as was shaving away at the mass of creamy white foam that
was all over his tackle.

   He put his foot down a moment, moved towards the washbasin, and ran the
razor under hot water, then went back and started again.  I could see a
whole lot of Alex's dark blond hairs stranded on the sides of the wash
basin as the water ran away.

   "It's easy, Ray....  Come on, mate, get another of those razors of
yours, and start yourself.  We haven't got all day."

   So I blew a big gob of foam into my hand, and rubbed it into my pubes.
Then I took the razor and , very, very gingerly, pulled it up through the
foam.  It felt OK, actually, and I got more and more confident.  I've told
you I'm a hairy guy, with lots of wiry black hair, and it's all over my
pubic area and in the fold where my legs join on my pelvis, and on the
inside of my thighs.  I did all the easy bits first - the "flat" surfaces
by the side of my cock, and my thighs.  Then I started to try to shave my
balls themselves, and soon discovered how difficult it is to shave a
folded, rough surface with a straight razor!  I started to mutter and swear
at myself, in frustration.

   "Keep your hat on, Ray", Alex said cheerily.  "This is how you do it -
come and take a squint at this.."

   He half turned towards me, and showed me what he was doing - the had his
balls between his thumb and fingers, and was pulling his sac out and
downwards.  That gave a flat bit of skin that he could shave, and then he
changed his grip slightly, to do a bit more.  As he pulled and squeezed, I
could see the actual outline of each ball against his skin, as it was
stretched taught.

   So I stood there next to him, and started to do the same.  I soon
realised that you still have to be careful - just because you're squeezing
your balls yourself, it still doesn't mean that it doesn't hurt if you get
it wrong!

   Anyway, somehow the ice was broken between us now, and it was just like
being at school in the changing rooms.  As we stood there, naked, next to
each other, looking at our cocks and balls and shaving them, we started to
joke about other lads we knew, and how it would be if they shaved
themselves, and how it must be like this for some of the girls we had been
with, who had obviously shaved themselves anyway.

   When we were done, Alex stood there, cupping his balls in his hands. 
"Here, Ray, try this!", he said.  "It's amazing how soft and smooth they
feel.  Much better than when they're covered with all that hair...."

   I went to reach out towards him, for an instant misunderstanding what he
meant.

   "Fucking hell, Ray - what are you doing?  Turning into a fag?  I don't
want those big hands of yours on my balls, thank you very much!  Feel your
own fucking tackle, mate."

   I grinned at Alex to show that it was a simple misunderstanding, then
reached down and cupped my balls in my hands.  He was right, of course - my
balls felt much better - silky, smooth, and somehow more ready to slide
around in the sac.  I'm not one of those guys who plays with his balls a
lot, but sometimes, when I'm wanking, I do grab hold of them as it's nice
to feel that "jerk" they give as you start to cum.  I can usually only do
that when I'm in the bath, though, as normally my right hand is holding the
paper hanky, and trying to stop the cum shooting all over the sheets.

   "You're bloody right, mate", I said to Alex.  "It does feel better.  I
wonder why they don't advise blokes to do this all the time?"

   "I read in a magazine that once you've started, you've got to carry on,
though.  If not, when the hair starts to grow again, it really itches.  If
I see you sitting there scratching away during lessons, I'll know what it
is then - not that you've got the crabs from one of those whores you go
with, but that it's that thick black hair of yours pushing its way out
again...."

   "You're a right one to talk about whores, Alex...  Some of those
scrubbers you go with..."

   We were both laughing now, as we were safely back on to proper "man"
talk.

   Then Alex stopped, picked up the razor he'd been using and the foam can,
and put them into my hands.  "No use postponing it, Ray.  Now's the chance
thousands of gay men would pay pounds and pounds for - you get to shave my
arse!"

   He knelt down on the bathroom floor, then went down onto his elbows.  He
reached backwards and behind, grabbed one of his bums with each hand, and
pulled them apart.  This was the first time I'd ever seen an asshole - even
my own.  I know some lads try to squat down over mirrors to look at
themselves as they're growing up, but I'd never done this.  And even in the
showers at school, you never see between a mate's cheeks, do you?  Even if
one of us dropped the soap, we were always very careful to sort of "bob"
down, from the knees, to pick it ut up, rather than bending from the waist
as you'd normally do and risk exposing ourselves.

   Alex's skin was really white - he's a dark blonde, as I've told you, and
they always tend to have pale kin anyway, unlike me where my natural skin
colour is darker.  So when I looked down, I was amazed to see his asshole
was actually really dark - it sat there, all puckered and brown, in the
while valley between his bums.  He didn't have all that much hair down
there, but you could see that there was some, and I tentatively reached
down to feel it - I thought I ought to find out what I had to shave.

   "Fucking hell, Ray", Alex said, his voice a bit muffled as his face was
now pressed towards the floor to really open up his arse for me.  "Is that
you trying to finger me?  Are you a fucking fag, or something?"

   I blushed, as I hated him even suggesting this.  "Cool it, Alex.  I just
wanted to see how far I needed to shave."

   Actually, I didn't like the thought of touching Alex anywhere at all
down there - his hole looked really evil, all puckered and distorted like
that, and even thought he had showered a few minutes ago, I couldn't help
thinking about what it was usually used for.

   I decided not to touch him at all, so I squirted the foam directly from
the can down his crack, and I saw him flinch slightly as the cold hit him.
Then, very gently, being oh so careful not to even nick him, I slid the
razor up and down along the insides of his bums.  I could see there was
more to do, though, so I said

   "Reach down and pull your balls forward, Alex.  I need to shave from the
back of your sac up to your hole now."

   Alex grunted and wriggled a bit, and I saw his hand reach back and pull
his cock and his balls forwards.  I slid the razor along that crinkled skin
down there, and Alex gave little sighs.  As I was to find out for myself in
a few moments, that's a hugely sensitive area for a lot of lads.

   I peered down at my handy work, then slapped Alex's bum with my hand. 
There was a resounding "slap" sound in the tiled bathroom.  "There you are,
sir", I said, in imitation of the barber we used.  "Is everything
satisfactory for you?  Will there be anything else, sir, anything for the
weekend...?"

   We both fell about laughing at this old joke about buying condoms, and
it and the playful slap I had given him broke the tension that had been
building as I shaved around his most intimate part.

   But now it was my turn.  "OK, matey - down on your knees and get your
bum in the air", Alex said cheerfully, and I knew there was no point in
delaying so I did as he said.

   Having watched Alex, I pressed my forehead to the ground to raise my bum
as high as possible, and reached back and pulled myself apart.

   "Fucking hell, Ray, it's like a fucking forest down here!  I always knew
you were a hairy bastard, but this is gross - all these black curls
everywhere.  How do you ever get your arse clean when you've shit?"

   I didn't say anything - I just don't like talking about things like
that, or even thinking about them!

   Then I felt the foam hit my bum, and Alex wasn't as shy as I'd been - he
started to rub the foam into me.  No one had ever touched me down here
before, and it really felt odd.  If I hadn't been pressed into such a
strange position I think I'd have moved away from his hands, but there was
not much I could do, really, so I just lay there and waited to feel the
razor slide up and down my bum.

   Then it was my turn to have my actual asshole shaved, and again I felt
Alex massaging me!  He obviously had no qualms about touching me - how
could he do this?

   I wriggled slightly as the razor went around my hole, because it
tickled, and Alex told me to keep still if I didn't want to get nicked by
the blade.  I also had to pull my balls forward, and as the razor went
along that sensitive area, I started to get an erection.  Of, fuck me, I
thought - I'd hated to have an erection in front of Alex at the audition,
and if he saw me having one now, when he was messing with my arse, he'd be
sure to say something!

   The trouble with erections, as we all know, is that if you try to think
about them they get worse.  The more I willed my cock to go back to being
soft, the harder it started to thrust itself out and downwards.  I
desperately pulled at it and my balls, to get them forwards and away from
the razor, then to my horror felt that unmistakable feel of the slime of
pre-cum as drops of it went onto the back of my hand.

   Alex, of course, couldn't resist slapping me one the arse as I had done
to him, and told me it was all over - it had taken quite a long time, as
he'd had to go back and rinse the razor several times in the washbasin, as
there was so much tough black hair to shave off me.

   "Come on, Ray, on your feet!  Alex is finished, you can get up now."

   I carried on crouching there, as I didn't want him to see my erection,
so he slapped my arse again.  "On your feet, you lazy sod - don't go to
sleep down there..."

   I stumbled to my feet, and tried to keep facing away from Alex.  But in
our tiny bathroom, it didn't work - there was no way I could keep him from
seeing me.  To make maters worse, this wasn't one of those kind of half
erections that just fill your cock with blood and make it move up a bit
(and give you quite a nice feeling) - this was a full bodied rock-hard
reach-for-the sky erection.  My foreskin had pulled back and my moist dark
cock head was fully exposed, and there was pre-cum leaking out all over the
place.

   "Hey, Ray - we're not still at the audition, you know", Alex laughed. 
"It's not me you have to impress with that monster of yours."

   I was so embarrassed that I didn't want to say anything.  So I stopped
and swilled away all the hairs from the wash basin - I can't believe how
much hair he had shaved off.  The wiry things were all over the white
porcelain.  They mostly wouldn't wash away down the plug hole, and I had to
stand there and try to pick them out and drop them into the lavatory - I
couldn't have my mom find pubic hairs in the wash basin, could I?

   Alex was watching me as I did this, and my erection just would not go
down.  He kept joking about nothing - I can't remember all the stuff he
said about pubic hair.  I really could not join in.  I was so embarrassed
that I couldn't say anything.  I was blushing, and when I'd cleaned the
basin as best I could, I just turned and walked back to my bedroom.

   I've already told you that I'm not used to walking around with an
erection, and it was in some respects even stranger to be doing it in my
own house than it had been at the audition.  Being surrounded with all the
normal stuff, all the furniture, the carpets under my feet, but being
naked, with an erection, and having my best mate watch me, was just so odd.
And then I noticed something else - as I walked along, it felt completely
different.

   I realised it must be because my bums were sliding over each other
freely now that all the hair between them had been shaved away.  Obviously
you never notice the hairs grating against each other, do you, but once
they've gone, you are instantly aware of their absence!  A thought went
through my mind about what had been said about needing to keep on shaving -
I could see that when my hair started to grow again it could be very
uncomfortable as the hard, sharp wiry strands pushed against the inside
surfaces of my bum.  Oh, fuck me - would I have to get Alex around every
week, and go through this every time?  Oh, I really wish we hadn't started
this!

   Alex seemed unconcerned, however, and was pulling on his clothes.  "So -
meet you later, and we'll go down the club and try to pull?"

   "Alex, we're supposed to be fucking all day tomorrow.  Don't you think
we ought to 'save' ourselves?"

   "Speak for yourself, mate.  If they lined up in a row tonight, I could
fuck all of them, and still have lots left over for tomorrow."

   "Well, I don't want to tonight.  Fancy going bowling instead?"

   Anyway, I think Alex was glad to be let off the hook.  He brags on and
on about his abilities, but I think that secretly he was worried about the
next day, and was glad I didn't go along with his idea about the club.

   The bowling was nothing special, and I was back home by ten.  Mom and
dad were very surprised to see me that early on a Friday night, and wanted
me to sit with them and watch the telly - I ask you!  But I said I'd had a
hard week (they didn't get the double entendre, of course), and went to
bed.

   It was really difficult to get to sleep without wanking, and even worse
not to take myself in hand the following morning - but I was determined to
put on a good show, at least the first time, and really wanted my balls
full of cum,

   Mom and dad were even more surprised to see me up early on a Saturday
morning, and I told them it was because Alex and I had decided to go out on
a trip all day, and wouldn't be back until late that evening.

   Was I happy, or was I worried sick, or was I elated, as I went to meet
Alex at the tube?  I don't think I'll ever know.  Certainly, though, I'll
remember that walk for a long time, in a way that sometimes happens -
special things go into your memory.  I suppose it's because I knew it was
leading me to something totally different, something I'd never experienced
before.

   End Of Part 2