Close Shave

Lying next to Greg in the darkness of the camper we
shared with my parents was driving me crazy. I was still
horny from seeing him naked in the public showers earlier
that evening. Each time I closed my eyes vivid images of his
nakedness formed on the backs of their lids.

Greg had the most amazing body, slender, yet well
defined. His beautiful cock was about average in size, and
he had a pair of silky smooth balls that literally made my
mouth water.

I notice at once, for his age, he had exceptionally
smooth skin. In fact, his body was so void of hair it seemed
unnatural. Even the manly fur between his legs consisted of
no more than a meager tuft of down. I had heard of late
bloomers, but I didn’t think that was the case with Greg.

We were both eighteen, and even though I’m not what you
would call a hairy guy, compared to Greg I looked like King
Kong. My suspicions were confirmed when he brought a razor
with him into the showers. He was not affected in the least
by my presence, or the fact that I was staring in wide eyed
disbelief as he whisked the keen steel blade over his ass and
legs.

When he came to trimming his pubic bush he looked at me
and asked. “I’ve been thinking about just shaving it all
off. What do you think?”

I didn’t know what to think. I hardly knew this guy.
He was the son of my dad’s boss. A nice guy, a real looker,
and was someone I desperately want to get to know better, but
this was weird. More than weird. It was right down kinky,
and it was turning me on.

“Why do you shave at all?” I asked.

“I think body hair is ugly,” said Greg.

As if I’d just been rejected by the love of my life, I
looked down at my hairy legs and bristling bush. I liked the
way I looked, and so did a hell of a lot of other guys. I
knew I shouldn’t have been offended, but I was. I wanted
Greg to like me. I wanted to appear as attractive to him as
he did to me.

“Don’t misunderstand me,” Greg quickly added. “I wasn’t
saying that all body hair is ugly. I mean, you look good
just as you are. I think hair looks bad on me. I like the
way a close shave makes me look and feel.”

The whole time he was talking he was slashing away at
his cock hair with the razor. Hacking until nothing but
smooth pink skin remained. I had to admit, his shaved groin
looked good enough to eat.

Now, lying here beside him, replaying those images of
him in the shower over and over in my mind, my cock ached
with swollen distress. I had wanted to touch him then, and I
wanted to touch him even more now.

Greg’s slow, rhythmic breathing told me he was asleep.
But how deeply did he sleep? If I proceeded with caution I
should be able to cop a feel without disturbing him too much.
Still, there was a chance my exploring fingers would wake
him, and I would be caught red handed with my lustful
yearnings exposed. I had no way of knowing how he would
react.

My fingers drummed nervously upon the narrow space that
separated us. Who was I kidding. I’d already made my
decision, it was now a matter of finding the nerve to
initiate the first move.

Like a giant spider my hand crept stealthily beneath the
covers, inching along the bed sheets until my finger tips
brushed against Greg’s silken thigh. His flesh was like no
other man’s I’d ever touched before —— firm, yet lusciously
soft. The feel of him made me tingle.

He was wearing the same thing now that he had put on
after his shower, a pair of sleek jogging shorts, with
nothing underneath.

I lifted my hand and laid it upon his leg. His
breathing remained consistent with sleep. The sudden
intrusive presence of my hand went uncontested.

My fingers slid effortlessly to the inside of his thigh,
then moved higher. The loose fitting leg of his shorts
brushed the side of my hand as the heat radiating from his
crotch seethed around my fingers. Still moving higher, my
inquisitive fingers invaded the leg of his shorts. Beneath
the receptive pads of my digits lay nothing but soft, silky
smooth skin.

From the crevice where his thigh connected with his
torso, my fingers crept onto his hairless pubic bone. Greg
stirred for the first time, grinding his firm, slender ass
into the mattress. I knew I should stop, but I couldn’t. I
held my hand steady and waited for him to lie motionless once
more.

Driven by a need greater than any I had ever known, I
reached deeper into Greg’s shorts and caressed his semi—erect
cock. I recalled the sight of his cock and how lovely it had
looked in the shower dangling between his tight reedy thighs,
I was compelled to play with it.

Greg’s organ responded favorably to my groping, and
rapidly stiffened to its ultimate state of arousal. My
ability to resist the baby-like softness of his man-flesh was
seared and charred by a fever that burned from within.
Caution was scorched by the sweltering heat of lust until all
sense of discretion was thoroughly obliterated.

I slid down in the bed and scooted closer, until my body
was touching Greg’s. I pulled down the front of his shorts,
hovering over his vulnerable cock like a bird of pray. I was
about to take the velvety crest of his rigid shaft into my
mouth when I heard my dad cough, and I was reminded that Greg
and I were not alone.