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Dorm Encounters XVIII: A Close Shave!
I've always had a fascination with swimmers. Male swimmers, that is. Their sleek refined muscular bodies melt my heart and raise my cock every time I see one. Every time.
There were two swimmers on my hall, and they were roommates. Terry and Peter lived about ten doors down the hall from me, and as they were always practicing, I rarely saw them at all.
One night, though, I was startled from my studies (rare occurrence, people!) to a knock on the door. In strolled Terry and Peter, dressed in warmups. Their hair was still wet, and I guessed from the early evening hour that they were just coming in from practice.
I looked up from my desk and said, "What can I do for you, fellows?"
They stood there awkwardly for a few seconds and then Terry spoke, somewhat shyly. "Look, Andrew. We need some advice. Tomorrow's our biggest meet of the season and Coach told us all to go home and shave our arms and legs so we can be sleek in the water tomorrow. We wanted to know if you knew any secrets or something...."
"Well," I replied, warming to the subject suddenly, "I've never shaved anything but my face, but I used to watch my Mom as a kid when she shaved her legs and stuff. What sort of advice did you have in mind?"
Peter took up the conversation. "Actually, we think we can do it, but we don't want all the other guys laughing at us if we do it in the community shower. We were wondering if (a) you could help us since we're totally clueless and we don't want to get any cuts, and (b) if we could use your bathroom."
RA's on my campus had private baths, and I've always been thankful for that, now more than ever! "Sure, I think that would be fine. Do you have some razors and shaving cream?"
Peter held up a KMart bag containing all the necessary tools. I ushered them to the bed and told them to take their warmups off and leave their underwear on. I discovered, watching the undress, two very fundamental things. First I discovered that they were both really HOT. Second I discovered that they were both still wearing their regulation Speedo bathing suits from practice. This made it easier to accomplish the task, I thought.
I showed them into the bathroom and told Peter to fill the tub with bath-temperature water and submerse himself in it to get his legs wet. I then told him to sit on the toilet (with the cover down) and Terry and I began lathering up his legs. Truthfully, there was not a whole lot of hair on either one of them, and it looked like it would be an easy job overall.
Once Peter was covered from the edge of his bathing suit to his ankles, Terry and I each took a leg and began shaving, dipping the razors into the tub after each stroke. At first it was kind of difficult because I didn't want to hurt Peter at all, but once I got the hang of it, I began really enjoying myself.
I was getting really wet and covered with shaving cream from the process and stood up to drop my shirt and pants, leaving only my tight g-string undies on. Neither man gave me the slightest look as I lowered my dress to this level, and we continued to shave Peter.
Once we decided that his legs were done, we had him rinse in the tub and wet his arms. I had him stand in the middle of the bathroom and raise his arms above his head. Terry and I began carefully moving our razors around his underarm, taking every little hair out of there with the utmost care. He wiggled a little every now and then as it certainly must have tickled. We then had him lower his arms and we did them too until the only hair left on him was on his head and a slight downy effect on his chest.
"Now if you want to be totally right about this, Peter, we're going to have to do the chest, too, man!" I said.
"OK, but take it easy. I'm really ticklish!" he said.
With that we washed his chest off and I ran my fingers over it lightly, feeling for hair before we creamed him up. Shaving his chest proved to be the most difficult since he was so ticklish, and I had to step back every few seconds and let him get a hold of himself before we went on. Standing back at one point to survey my work, I noticed that his cock had taken on a definite rise inside those tight little Speedo's. Oh my, I thought to myself. This could really get interesting.
Terry and I were finally satisfied that we were done and we let Peter shower quickly to rinse off. I began to clean up a little while he did so, and I was amazed to find Terry staring at his teammate with rapt attention as Peter caressed himself with the soap and rinse under the spray. I looked down at his crotch and realized that he, too, was turned on by all of this, and began to wonder if there was more to this roommate/teammate relationship than met the eye.
Peter got out of the shower and began to dry off. Once dry, he and I repeated the entire process for Terry, starting with the legs and ending with the chest. Terry was a little hairier than Peter and it took a little longer. Glances every few seconds revealed hard lumps in both pairs of Speedo's and I threw a rod after some consideration of the effects it might have. This was getting too hot!!
We finally finished Terry off and as he rinsed, this time with Peter watching fervently, I cleaned up the floor and put all the razors in the garbage can. As I stood up, Peter looked me up and down and said, "You know, Andrew, you have quite a bod, yourself, man. You would look awesome shaved!"
"I don't know, Peter. It's kind of strange, isn't it?" I asked with fake innocence that he probably didn't read correctly.
"No, actually it feels really cool," he said, caressing his arms, chest and legs. "Really sexy, I mean. Here-- just run your hands on my chest and tell me what you think!"
I placed my hands on his chest and moved them around, feeling the soft skin and, I must admit, really liking what I felt. "So what do you say, man?" he asked me with a glint in his eyes.
"OK, it'll always grow back if I don't like it, right?"
"Right!" Peter said. Terry had been listening to all this and still had his hardon, I could see. They prepared the bath for me and had me dunk, then lathered my legs and began shaving. I squirmed on the seat of the john as the razors ran up and down my legs and felt really fine! My cock soared in my tight underwear, and it was making me very uncomfortable.
I think Terry noticed this because he said, "Your underwear is in the way, man. Can't get into the cracks with it on." With that, the two looked at each other and together yanked my underwear down and off. They stared at my erection and smiled at each other knowingly. "Jesus, man," Terry said, "He's as hard as we are!"
I looked down and, true to his word, they were both rock hard with cocktips showing above their waistbands. We were all a little nervous at this point, and I suppose to ease the tension, the simultaneously stepped out of their suits as well, causing their cocks to bounce up and slap their rock hard stomachs. Resuming the shaving, Peter "accidentally" slipped and began shaving my pubic mound. Much to my surprise, I enjoyed the sensation immensely, and allowed both of them to continue until my cock, balls and crotch were totally devoid of hair.
"Look at him!" Terry exclaimed. "He looks like a little baby now!" he continued, running his hands all over what was once a luscious bush. "It feels really hot! You guys gotta do me next!"
Well, to make a long story short, we ended up shaving all three of our crotches and we joined each other in the shower, somewhat cramped for space, I might add, to rinse off.
We ran our hands over each other as we rinsed, and I believe the touches were a little more than lingering. Our cocks waved in the fine mist of the shower and we all grinned as we continued to caress each others' smooth bodies. We got out of the shower and dried each other off.
This was too intense for me. I ran my hands over my new clean-shaven friends and exclaimed, "This is by far the most erotic thing I have ever done, guys!"
"We think so too, man. Let's go into the other room and check each other out!" said Peter with a grin. He pulled both of us into my room and we climbed onto the bed.
In no time flat, we were caressing and stroking each others' smooth bodies, our erections straining with the erotic pressures. I could stand it no longer and sank my lips onto Terry's smooth cock. I took him whole to the root and ran my tongue over his smooth pubic mound and absolutely went nuts with the sensations my tongue was feeling. Peter was quick to join in, swallowing my pounding throbbing cock to the hilt as well. I suppose Terry felt a little left out because he told us to get on the floor so we could daisy-chain.
Soon the three of us were writhing around on the floor, each mouth busy on a cock and each pair of hands feeling and caressing the smooth naked body it was sucking. It was intense, absolutely marvelous. Like sucking off a man-sized baby or something.
The sexual pressures were too great for this to last much longer, and we each climaxed into waiting mouths violently. My cum shot out of my cock like wet bullets and I swallowed Terry's hot steamy load hungrily. Once we had all drank to our fill and pulled off the dick we were working on, we fell back, panting and breathing hard as we did. I lay, looking at the two smooth demi- gods before me and was moved beyond words. I couldn't speak they were so incredibly gorgeous. Something like models in gay porno magazines, I suppose. They are always clean shaven and oiled down.....
Oiled down? Did I think Oiled Down? What a wonderful idea. As I sprang up and ran to the desk, I could see they were puzzled, but when I returned with my huge family sized bottle of baby oil, they got the idea.
"Now here's the rules," I said. "You can't put it on yourself but you have to be totally covered by the time it's over," I continued. They nodded comically and held their hands out. I let them work on each other for a few minutes and was incredibly hard in minutes watching these two men, who, by now I realized had done something like this to each other before, oil each other down. It was erotic, kinky and sexy as hell. They finished each other and went to work on me together until the three of us glistened in the lamplight. I got my camera out and we took turns photographing each other solo, and then together in sexy poses. The polaroids rolled out and I got the brilliant idea to take some fuck shots.
The two of them seemed ok with that, and Terry mounted his teammate with great ease and began pistoning in and out of his smooth oily ass. I took several shots and finally had to put the camera down as I could not hold my hands steady. This was better than any porno movie I had ever seen, and I had to get in on the action before I spewed all over the place.
I came up behind Terry and rammed into his warm tight ass. We fucked in tandem creating a marvelous rhythm that had us all grunting and groaning loudly. Our six arms roamed each others oily bodies and the feelings and sexual tensions were just too much for words. Infuckingcredible is all I can say!
Without much pretense, I began pounding my fuckee, shooting gob after gob of hot sticky semen up his chute. I could tell from his grunting that he was filling Peter at the same time, and I looked around the slimy bodies just in time to see Peter fisting his load all over the floor.
When it was all over, we fell to the floor and took turns sliding all over each other and kissing. The passion wearing thin, we jumped in the shower and cleaned up, dressing after doing so.
As Peter and Terry left, Peter smiled and kissed me saying, "We will most likely need touch ups in a few days. Interested?"
"Of course, stud! You bring the razors, I'll bring the oil!!"