Date: Thu, 30 Jul 2009 13:27:33 -0700 (PDT) From: Damian Subject: Close Shave for Justin - Part 16 I was beyond nervous as I prepared to go to Coach Garrett and Dr. Brent's home for dinner. What should I wear? I wanted to look good for them, but I didn't want to overdress for the occasion. Neither did I want to go in cut-offs and a T-shirt. But I knew whatever I wore would be coming off when we got in the hot tub together. I settled on a white pullover shirt with a collar and an open neckline, a nice pair of shorts, and some sandals. With my summer tan, the overall effect was -- I thought -- both appropriate and a little bit provocative. Perfect! If all went as I expected, I was going to see both of them naked tonight. I'd never seen Dr. Brent nude, but he had sure seen me that way -- along with the rest of my swim teammates when he had done our group physicals together, while Coach Garrett watched. I've kind of always had a thing for male medical professionals but had never seen one naked, except for Lucas, who was just an orderly. The chance to spend time with a naked doctor in a hot tub was very exciting to me, especially one as good looking as Brent was. I didn't want to appear over eager, so I arrived about 10 minutes after the appointed time, bringing along a bottle of what I thought would be a good wine for the occasion. They had a beautiful home in one of the better parts of Reno, up in the hills. I swallowed hard, rang the doorbell, and waited to be let in. I was surprised when a stranger opened the door. He was a darkly handsome Latino man about my age, wearing a full black apron (and I wondered what else). I introduced myself and said that Garrett and Brent were expecting me. He said, "My name is Raphael. People call me Raph (rhymes with safe), and Garrett and Brent are out in the hot tub. Follow me please." When he turned, his bare buns greeted me -- all he had on was that apron! This guy was seriously hot. Raph escorted me to a nicely appointed bedroom, where he instructed me to disrobe. He held a terry cloth wrap in his arms for me to put on and waited for me to get naked. This was rather surreal -- he didn't even turn around, much less leave! I guess I hadn't needed to be too concerned about what I wore here -- it was obviously all coming off in the first five minutes. I kicked my sandals off and pulled my shirt over my head. The next step was a little more difficult. This complete stranger was watching me strip like it was the most natural thing in the world. I didn't want to appear prudish, and I figured he'd see me naked eventually anyway, so I dropped my shorts and pushed my black bikini underwear down and off. Raph seemed to raise his eyebrows slightly as I finally stood fully naked before him. I was starting to "puff up" a bit, and I think the front of Raph's apron was getting a slight bulge in it as well. Rather than just hand me the wrap, he came over to me and put it around my waist and snapped it shut. I felt his sexy fingers brush innocently on my body as he did so. His handsome face was only inches away -- man, did he ever smell good! He glanced up and our eyes met ever so briefly. Then he bent down and put a pair of pool slippers on my feet. I got a pretty good look at his dark chest hair under the top of the apron when he did so. "Follow me, sir." I would've followed this hunk anywhere, especially behind those inviting bare buns. Raph escorted me out to an expansive, well landscaped patio, with a glass table already set for dinner, a swimming pool, and a hot tub, where Garrett and Brent were waiting. They both stood up in the tub to shake my hand, exposing their naked bodies in the process. "Hi, guys," I said, trying unsuccessfully to keep my eyes on their faces. "Thanks for inviting me." "Hi, Justin -- welcome!" Garrett said. "You remember Brent, don't you?" How could I not? He was even better looking than I had remembered. "Good to see you again, Justin," Brent said as he shook my hand, holding it a bit longer than customary. I about melted on the spot -- he had blond hair, a buff body, and about the bluest eyes I'd ever seen. "I see you've met Raph, our houseboy." "Yes, he's been taking good care of me," I smiled, glancing over at the hunk in the apron. "It looks like Raph got you all ready to join us in the hot tub. What can he get you to drink?" "I'll have a beer," I said, looking over at Raph again. "Very good, sir, I'll bring one right out." Before he turned away, Raph unsnapped and removed the wrap from around my body. He took off my slippers and took my hand as I stepped naked into the tub. Fortunately, the evening air was cooling off, despite the day's heat -- a very common occurrence in the high desert of western Nevada -- so the tub water was refreshing. We all sat down in the water, which I was glad to do. My dick was starting to point in the direction of my hunky naked hosts. "How are you healing after your operation, Justin?" Garrett asked. "Well, the first couple of weeks were a little rough, but I'm much better now, thanks. I really am glad to be able to drive again and that, uh, everything is working properly again." "Oh?" inquired Dr. Brent. "What kind of trouble did you have?" "Well, I guess it was the usual. I had to get my bladder jump-started a day after surgery, and my, uh, libido left me entirely for two full weeks." "How did you get it back?" Garrett inquired with a smile. I thought about equivocating, but then I decided to just be honest. "Well, it just happened on its own one night when my brother Joey was giving me a full-body rubdown." Garrett already knew that Joey had been the one doing most of the shaving on me all year, and I assumed that he had mentioned this to Brent. What they didn't know, of course, was how much more I was getting from Joey than just shaving. They had to use their imaginations for that, and I thought they probably had done so. "That must've felt pretty good," Garrett said. "You're lucky to have such a brother." "Well, you know how erotic backrubs can be," I threw back to him with a grin. I wondered how much Brent knew about what transpired on Garrett's massage table in his office. I had a hunch he knew all about it. Raph came back about that time with my beer, and I paused talking long enough to take another peek at his bare buns as he walked back inside. The guys noticed where I was looking, and I blushed at getting caught. "Nice looking man, isn't he?" Brent said with a smile. "He sure is," I replied, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically. "How long has he been your, uh, did you call him houseboy?" "About six months," Brent replied. "He's a great kid. We hired him to cook and clean for us, but it turns out that he has many talents." "I'm sure he does," I played along, wondering just what kind of talents he was referring to. "Well, one of them is massage," Brent added. "You already know that Garrett is good at that, but I'm not. This way both of us can get a good massage without ever leaving home." I tried to picture that in my mind, wondering exactly where and how often Raph performed these services for them. I'm sure Raph's apron was probably off when he was doing these massages. "We set up a massage table in a small room off Raph's bedroom, and he takes care of us at least a couple of times a week," Brent said, answering two of my unspoken questions. By now I was wondering exactly what all he meant by "take care of," but I didn't ask and they didn't elaborate. "Let me see how your incision is healing," Brent said, coaxing me closer to him. I stood up and walked over in the water so he could examine it. The water level was such that my outstretched cock floated on top of the water, right in front of him. Garrett was able to see my mostly exposed butt at the same time. "Looks very good," he said, as he touched my incision. "In a few weeks you'll hardly be able to notice it. I'm glad to hear you say that this thing is working all right again, too," he said, as he pulled lightly on my prick and smiled. I could feel it rising to his touch and decided it would be best to go back and sit down in my spot. I wasn't sure I was ready to be the appetizer before dinner. Speaking of appetizers, Raph walked out with a tray of them for us at that point. I had submerged my rising cock from his sight just in time. "How are your drinks, gentlemen?" he inquired. Garrett and Brent both ordered a refill of whatever they were drinking, so I decided to as well. The beer tasted so good in this outdoor environment, and the buzz it was producing made me relax even more. As I mentioned, Raph had set a table for us on the patio, and I wondered what we would be wearing during dinner. After Raph brought our second round of drinks, we maintained a steady stream of small talk during the appetizer course -- in the hot tub, of course. Eventually Raph announced that dinner would be ready in five minutes. Brent stood up first and heaved his beautiful body up out of the water, signaling that Garrett and I should do the same. As we all toweled ourselves dry, which didn't take long in the dry night air, I stole glances at Garrett's and Brent's ample packages, and I'm sure they did the same to mine. Raph snapped my wrap back in place around my waist, and he did the same thing for the guys. As we headed in the direction of the table, it was becoming clear to me that we would be wearing nothing but these rather skimpy wraps during dinner. Dinner was fantastic -- Raph was quite a good cook, the wine was mellow, and I was enjoying sneaking peeks at my hosts' beautiful bare legs through the glass tabletop. Raph hovered appropriately, refilling our wine glasses and making sure we had everything else that we needed or wanted. After dessert and coffee, as if on cue, Garrett and Brent stood up, took off their wraps, and walked over to the swimming pool, submerging themselves to their waists. "Come on in, Justin. The water is fine!" Raph pulled my chair out for me and helped me to my feet, at the same time removing my wrap from my body. He had already removed the apron he had been wearing all evening and stood nude in front of me. His body made my head spin -- the guy was gorgeous, and I could certainly understand why Garrett and Brent liked having him around. I walked over to the pool and slipped in. Raph dimmed the pool lights, and I soon felt Garrett's and Brent's hands touching me under the warm water. I stood between them in the 3 1/2 feet of water, and they closed in on me. I think I was scheduled to be the second dessert course. Garrett turned my body to face him and pulled me into a firm embrace against his, kissing my neck and face, eventually finding my lips with his. As I felt Garrett's cock rising against my own, I could feel Brent's hands all over my back and ass. Pretty soon, again as if almost on cue, they spun me around 180 degrees so that now I was facing Brent. Our lips met, and I could feel his hands hefting my balls and stroking my now erect cock gently. I kissed him back sensuously as my hands found their way to his cock and balls. He was fully hard, too. Garrett kissed me on the back of the neck and ran his hands over my butt and into my crack. This was even better than I had thought the evening might go, and I was really getting turned on. "Would you like to dry off and go inside for a while?" Brent said after a while, between kisses. It was not really a question. I could tell they had an agenda and that I was the chief order of business. "Whatever," was all I could muster out. Between the wine and the sensuous make-out session in the pool, I was now putty in their hands. They guided me over to the steps and helped me out of the pool. Raph was waiting for me with yet another dry towel. Rather than just handing it to me, however, he began drying my body off himself, one body part at a time. It was an exquisite feeling, and he took his time. When he had me completely dry, I noticed that his cock was standing up as straight as my own, which had remained rock solid throughout his attentive drying. My seemingly horny hosts had not waited for Raph but rather dried each other off. Raph led the way into the house with me following, then Brent, then Garrett. It must have been quite amusing to whoever could have seen this sexy single-file parade of four very erect, naked, handsome men. The family dog, a beautiful collie named Charlie, was the only one to witness it. Raph led me to the guys' master suite, where I was escorted to the king-size bed by a large window overlooking an expanse of private desert landscaping, decoratively lighted. Raph stood by with a tray of condoms and lube. I got the idea they had done this before, and Raph knew the drill. He was still hard. For the next half hour, I was turned every which way in bed by my two hosts, who licked my entire body slowly and sensually, simultaneously nibbling on my various body parts -- fingers, toes, ears, neck, nipples, ass, dick, and balls. I just writhed and moaned and gave myself over to them totally, knowing and trusting that they would treat my body with care and respect. Oddly enough, Raph stood beside the bed and witnessed the entire thing, never once losing his beautiful erection. I felt like I was in a movie or something, with an audience of one. After we all took a much-needed pee break (all that wine, you know), they put me on my back and raised my legs, and Brent inserted his middle finger into me and felt all around until he touched my most sensitive spot. This was the best finger wave I'd ever had from any doctor, and the best thing was that he was both naked and drop-dead gorgeous, unlike the previous ones I'd dropped trou for. Then he inserted a second finger. It was uncomfortable at first, but soon I relaxed and accommodated the welcome intrusion. It was obvious that Brent was planning to do to me what his partner Garrett had done in that motel room in Elko not too long. Garrett held my legs up, stroked my hair, nibbled on my ears, and kept telling me how sexy and handsome I was. I was reveling in all this attention -- somewhat embarrassed that Raph was standing there watching it all and looking directly at my fully exposed ass -- when suddenly I felt Brent replace his fingers with his wet tongue down there! I moaned loudly with the shock and pleasure of it all. I remembered how good it had felt when Garrett had done that to me in that motel a few weeks ago, but Brent was an absolute rimming master who had me practically on the brink of cumming, just with his expert oral attentions to my most private of body parts. Brent continued rimming me slowly and gently for what seemed like 20 minutes, although it was probably far less. He must have had a lot of strength in that tongue of his, not only because he could rim me for so long, but also because he could actually insert the tip of his tongue inside my chute, which had practically turned to jelly by this time. Finally he pulled his masterful tongue out, and I heard Raph opening a condom package. Brent turned to him on his knees, and Raph proceeded to roll the condom right over his boss' very hard cock. It was on in no time, so Raph was no doubt very experienced at this. Raph applied some extra lube to Brent's now-sheathed cock, and then Brent got down and aimed it at my waiting hole. There was very little pain, because the guys had prepared me well. Brent thrust into me slowly and carefully at first, and then more rapidly as his arousal level increased along with my own. I didn't know about Brent's, but my own cock was begging for release. I noticed, however, that no one was touching it. Was I being saved for something? Brent continued his welcome assault into my chute, while I watched his beautiful face contorting in pleasure. Finally he growled something indecipherable and banged into me full force. As I did with Garrett, I could feel Brent's pubic hair tickle my ass. He came with a flourish, and then a few moments later exited my hole gradually and rolled over onto his back, gasping for breath. Raph carefully removed the full condom from Brent's still-rigid prick and wiped it clean with a warm wet cloth. Brent looked done for the night, but the rest of us hadn't yet been satisfied. Garrett asked if I would suck on his dick for a while. I was grateful for the chance to stretch out my legs, which had been in mid air for the past half hour. Everyone's cock was still hard, I noticed, except for Brent's. I went down on Garrett for the first time since the motel in Elko. I was barely able accommodate his monster cock more than a few inches, but I sucked hungrily on as much of it as I could take in. From his sound effects, I could tell that he was really enjoying what I was doing to him. I must have been pretty good at it because I could tell that he was on the brink. The head of his cock suddenly seemed to get firmer and larger, and I knew that he would be coming in no time. As my studly swim coach screamed out in ecstasy, I swallowed as much of his ample man juices as I could, but some of it dribbled out. The ever-attentive Raph cleaned up the part that drooled down my chin, as Garrett joined Brent in catching his breath. It was a real turn-on for me to know that I had managed to fully satisfy both of these hunky men so well, despite my youth and inexperience. But now I was eager to feel what they were feeling. "How do you want to get off tonight, Justin?" I heard Brent say. "I think that Garrett and I are pretty well spent, but Raph is available to you in whatever way you would like." I hadn't expected an offer like that at all! I looked over at Raph's naked, erect body once more and then made eye contact with him. I could do anything I wanted with this stud? He smiled enticingly for the first time. I sat on the edge of the bed and motioned for Raph to come into my reach. I let my eager hands roam all over his well-shaped arms, chest, back, and ass. I hefted his balls and gently squeezed his 9-inch erect cock. It was the first time I had ever touched a Latino man -- he was quite the young masculine specimen. I motioned for Raph to get up on the bed with me. I told him I wanted to do to him what Brent had just done to me. I'd been wanting to put my thing between those round, firm buns of his from the moment he turned around in that apron and led me to the room where I'd left my clothes. Raph put his hands on my thighs and lowered his pretty mouth onto my still-rigid shaft, getting me ready for what I was about to do. Before I could come prematurely, I pointed to his tray of condoms that he had left on the nightstand. He picked one up, tore it open, and gently pulled it snug over my raging cock. Just that action itself was almost enough to get me off, but I held back and saved myself for the main event. I started to get up into top fucking position, but Raph had another idea. He pushed me down on my back, straddled my mid section, and quickly impaled himself on my waiting pole, which by now was as rock-hard as it ever gets. I couldn't believe he could put my whole rod into himself so rapidly and so deeply. He was obviously very experienced at this sort of thing. I wasn't, so it hurt like hell until I got used to it. Raph's mouth dropped open as he savored the feelings that he must have been having. Of course in this position I had an unobstructed view of his dick and balls. His erection bobbed and weaved every time he moved his ass up and down my rigid pole. As for me, the whole thing was beyond heavenly! I had been turned on so much and for so long that my juices started flowing up my shaft in record time and right into Raph's talented ass. He took every drop I had, and it was a gusher! I think I screamed -- I'm not even sure, because I was in some surreal place I'd never been taken to before. Finally and fully sated in every way imaginable, I lay on the bed and just reveled in an incredible feeling of post-orgasmic bliss. My hosts had witnessed the whole thing, of course, and stroked my upper body in relaxing strokes to help me come down from my high. Raph got off my body and continued to stare at my wilting equipment with great interest, which he then washed gently with yet another of his warm washcloths (this young man had every conceivable piece of "equipment" we needed!). So there we were -- three thoroughly satisfied men. I wondered aloud about Raph, but I was assured by the guys that he had enjoyed what had just happened and that any further needs he had would be "taken care of" after I left. I had to wonder how, but at that point I was too spent and exhausted to care. After a while Garrett and Brent led me to a massive shower with two heads and proceeded to clean my body thoroughly, and their own at the same time. Raph was there as always with dry towels when we were ready to step out. (How does someone get a job like his, I wondered.) After toweling me off again, Raph finished drying me with a blow dryer and then helped me back into my clothes, which he had retrieved from the guest room where had I stripped for him upon my arrival. No one had held my underwear for me to just step into since I was a little boy! My hosts remained wrapped in their wet towels as they watched their gorgeous still-naked "houseboy" dress me, one piece of clothing at a time. All I had to do was just stand there and let him. I checked for my belongings -- cell phone (which I had turned off), wallet, car keys -- and then it was time to try to drive myself home. I thanked Garrett and Brent for their extraordinary hospitality, and I got a long hug and big kiss from each one. I also thanked Raph for the great dinner and "everything else" he had done for me all evening. There was a slightly awkward hug -- like he wasn't used to doing that -- and I was ushered out the door with rubbery legs and enough happy memories of the evening to last a lifetime. Wait till Lucas hears about this, I thought! (In Part 17 Lucas gets an earful -- and a chance to swim nude with Justin, with a couple of very unexpected surprises as icing on the cake. Your feedback gratefully accepted by Damian at nvtahoeus@yahoo.com.)