Date: Sun, 21 Jun 2009 14:17:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: nvtahoeus@yahoo.com
Subject: Close Shave for Justin - Part 4

Joey went away on a ski trip for a few days over the winter holidays, just
about the time I was due for my third shaving.  I hadn't worked his absence
into my shaving schedule, so it kind of took me by surprise.  I really
needed the shave because my team's swim schedule was in full swing, so I
didn't think I should wait for Joey to return.  His handiwork on my body
had definitely "shaved" a little off my swim times, so to speak.

As I thought about this, it became apparent that Dad was the only logical
choice to fill in for him.  I wouldn't have asked him at the beginning, but
he had already seen me fully naked on two occasions recently.  Besides, it
might be kind of a bonding experience, if it was anything like being shaved
by Joey.

I waited till the weekend, when Mom would be going out.  On Saturday
morning after she was safely out of the house, I said, "So, Dad, what are
you doing today?"

"I was just going to putter around the house.  Why?"

I almost chickened out but decided to just plunge ahead.

"Well, my swim coach tells me I should get another body shave before the
next swim meet, and Joey isn't here to..."

He cut me off mid sentence.

"When do we get started?"

Gee, what's your hurry, I thought to myself.

"Well, let me take a quick shower downstairs, and we'll start in my
bathroom."

"It's a date," he said, leaving me thinking that was an odd thing to say.

I went to take my shower, but Dad came down before I was done.  Despite the
cold weather, he had changed into some sweat shorts and a t-shirt.  Dad
still looked pretty good for an "old man" of 43.  He'd managed to keep a
pretty trim body, compared to most guys his age, through exercise and
eating right.  I'd never really looked at him in a sexual way, but I knew
he always watched me intently when I had little or nothing on.

He just leaned against the doorway with his arms folded and watched me
finish my shower.  I hadn't been too nervous about this before, but his
stare was starting to unnerve me.  I quickly finished and opened the clear
shower door.

Fully naked and wet, I stepped out onto the bath mat.  I ran some warm
water in the sink and grabbed my razor and shaving cream out of the drawer.
Dad's eyes never left my body.  Was this really happening?  My nudity was
once again on full display to my old man -- there was no changing my mind
now.

I felt a sudden urge to piss.  I stood in front of the toilet and tried to
get the stream going, but it took a little longer than usual with my dad
watching me.  How many times in your life do you pee naked in front of your
own father?  It didn't seem natural.  I finally got it all out, but I
noticed that my cock seemed longer now than when I started.  I'm sure Dad
noticed, too.

And was that a growing lump in the front his sweat shorts?

As I did with Joey, I suggested that he start on my back.  He rubbed on
some shaving cream, going well below my waist onto my round, firm butt.
His touch sent chills up and down my spine.  After all, he had seen me
naked recently, but this was the first time he had actually touched my ass
since I was -- what? -- 6 or so?

He cleaned off the few hairs from my back and ass cheeks and started in on
my legs.  His method was much less tentative than Joey's.  He seemed to
know just what to do, and he just did it.  He raised my arms one at a time
and took off all the hair in my pits and then all the way down the front of
them.

I shuddered once or twice when he was shaving my bare torso, and I felt my
nipples go hard.

While he was shaving my chest, I was, of course, facing him, and our eyes
occasionally met.  We said little to each other, and I felt kind of like a
little boy instead of a 19-year-old swim stud.  He had taken complete
command of my body, and this was even more intimidating to me than having
him see me naked from a short distance away.  My stomach was doing
flip-flops, and my cock started rising.  I had to admit to myself that the
whole scenario was damn thrilling!

"I see you're enjoying this," he said, smiling and giving my dick a playful
tug.  Did he have to say the obvious?  I smiled back sheepishly, but inside
I was hoping I could keep my errant cock from expanding all the way.  I was
quickly losing that battle.

"Joey does my pubes and scrotum while I'm lying on my bed," I reminded him.
At least on the bed I could look at the ceiling instead of looking at my
father shaving me naked.  I thought that would be some small comfort.

"Sounds good to me, buddy," Dad replied.  "Lead the way."

I picked up a clean towel and walked to my bed.  Dad followed with the
shaving gear and a small pan of warm water.  I felt his eyes on my tush,
but I can't say I would've blamed him for watching me walk naked to the
next room.  I do have a nice ass, if I say so myself.  Sometimes I've
walked naked to the showers after swim practice and felt all eyes on my
ass, as well as on my other private parts.  Actually, as the team sometimes
practices in the nude, there really aren't any "private parts" among us.
But I digress...

I spread out my towel and lay face up on it, with my legs spread wide and
hanging off the end of the bed.  Dad pulled up a chair and sat right
between my legs and started applying shaving cream to my pubes.  I thought
by lying down that I wouldn't be so likely to get a full-blown erection,
but I was wrong.  Spread-eagled in front of my dad like that turned me on
even more than standing naked in front of him, and soon my dick reached its
full, hard 8 inches.  Dad held it in his left hand and used the razor with
his other.  Unlike Joey's, his hand grasped my dick firmly, and he never
let go of it until all my pubes were shaved away.  He kept moving his thumb
on the sensitive underside of my cock the whole time -- right below my piss
slit.  He was no dummy -- I think he knew this would keep me hard.

With my dick pointing "firmly" toward my face, my balls were then fully
unobstructed, and he started shaving away on my scrotum.  He seemed to take
a long time -- like he was really into doing it right.  When he at last
said he was done, I held my legs up so he could get at the hairs in my ass
crack.  After taking in that sight for a few seconds, he said he had
another idea.

"Get up on all fours, Justin, and then lean your ass back toward me.  Then
get down on your elbows."

I did as he suggested (commanded was more like it), and he seemed to like
this position even better.  I was now exposed to the max -- my entire ass
and hole were on full display for him to get at all the hairs I had down
there.  He took his time and shaved every one of them off, letting his
fingers check his work, just as he had checked the rest of my body.  His
fingers seemed to linger longer than necessary around my pucker hole.

I had enjoyed the lotion treatment that Joey had done on my newly shaven
crack so much that I asked Dad to do it, too.  He was glad to oblige.  He
took a dollop of lotion and rubbed in throughout my crack.  Just when I
thought he was done, he slipped a finger into my hole for a few seconds.
Wow -- I'll have to get Joey to do that, too -- it felt amazing!

By then I was so turned on I could hardly stand it.  Dad slapped me on the
ass and said "You're clean as a whistle now, Son.  Why don't you sit up on
the edge of the bed?"

I said thanks and hoped he would be leaving the room so I could "take care
of things" and come down from my sexual frenzy on my own.

It was not to be.

"Looks like you could use some relief, kiddo," he said.  He was very
perceptive.  He got down on his knees in front of me and gently but firmly
moved my knees wider apart.  He stared at my hairless-once-again genitals
for what seemed like a long time, but it was probably only a few seconds.

"I just wanted to admire my handiwork," he said, grinning, as I leaned back
on my elbows and let him have a good, long look.

Next thing I knew, I felt my hard cock being totally engulfed by my
father's mouth!  I just about yelled out with the incredible and unexpected
shock of it all.  Could this really be happening?  If this is a blow job,
why on earth did I wait so long for my first one?  Joey had licked me
there, which had been a great feeling, but Dad took the whole thing all the
way down to the root.  What a difference!

"Dad, are you sure about this?" I managed to squeak out, as his head bobbed
up and down, creating a crescendo of feelings that I had never before
experienced.  It felt like the top of my head was going to burst open.
After only a few seconds, I knew my cock would be blasting away very
shortly.

"Dad, if you keep that up I'm going to shoot VERY soon.  Maybe you'd better
back off if you don't want a mouthful..."

His right hand covered my mouth, as if to say "Don't worry about it."  His
left hand was gently tugging on my nut sac.

"Whatever!" I thought in my near-delirious state of mind.  I had tried to
warn him.

A tingly, warm feeling started building in my groin and spread intensely
all the way up my chest to my neck.  I was rapidly passing a point of no
return.  I grabbed hold of the back of my father's head, watching my cock
go deep into his throat, thrust after thrust, and I let loose with the
strongest orgasm of my young life.  I could feel volley after volley of man
juices erupting from my cock and plastering my father's mouth and throat.
I don't remember ever producing that much cum in a single eruption.  It was
incredible!

Exhausted and spent, I lay flat back on my bed and just gasped for breath.
I had just gone to the moon and back, and my wonderful father had taken me
there.  This couldn't have been his first time doing it -- he was a pro!  I
wondered who else had been on the receiving end of his oral talents.

"Dad, Dad, Dad ... that was amazing!!" was all I could get out.  After a
while I propped myself back up on my shaky elbows and just looked at him.
We both had a shit-eating grin on our face.  I knew he had swallowed my
stuff.  He just stroked my thighs and belly and once again took in the
sight of my strong, young, naked body like it was the last chance he would
ever have to see his first-born son that way

I sat up and gave him a big hug.  "I love you, Dad."

"I love you too, Son.  To be honest, I've wanted to do something like this
with you for a long time.  Thanks for asking me to shave you.  But I think
maybe Joey ought to do it from now on."

We looked at each other and silently acknowledged that this was going to be
a special one-time thing that we didn't need to discuss with the rest of
the family.  He just put his finger to his mouth as if to say, "This will
be our little secret."  I made the same sign to indicate my tacit
agreement.

He stood me up, and we locked into a long, firm embrace, with our arms
encircling each other and his hands on my still-naked back and ass.  Then
he gave my ass a hard slap as if to tell me that our special time together
was over.  I gave him a soft kiss on the mouth and stood in the middle of
my room watching him as he made his exit.  I was sure he had some business
to take care of in his own room before Mom got home.  You'd have to have
been blind not to see the lump in his sweat shorts.

Still shaking, I checked my dad's work in my full-length mirror and then
hopped back in my shower.  I thought about the unexpected thrills I had
gotten (and given) recently from my brother and dad.  If I hadn't joined
that swim team, none of this would ever have happened.

But then something occurred to me.  How was I going to explain to Joey how
I got shaved while he was away?  I decided I'd worry about that later.  I
was enjoying my buzz right then too much to give it any more thought.



(Thanks to all who have written to me about this series.  I have greatly
appreciated your feedback.  I have much more of this story to share.
Feedback is always welcome to Damian at nvtahoeus@yahoo.com.)