Student Government Conference

Erich let out a groan as he rolled off me in the morning. He knew not to grab, touch, talk to, or otherwise antagonize Grumpy Cat. Everyone knew you did not want the slew of angry curses, accusations, and threats that came from waking me up. But I was so into my 6'3" human blanket that after two minutes of cognizance testing, I got up out of the bunk and went to find him.

There he was, tall, beautiful, muscular, sitting in nothing but a towel and waiting for me. We showered together every morning. Showering and washing each other made his day. We didn't even do anything sexual most mornings. We just scrubbed each other. Though his big, curved cock usually rose to attention, some days I was so tired I couldn't even get hard. We also maintained the pretense that we were in separate shower stalls by putting our towels over two different shower bars.

I was soaping up Erich's back and reaching around to soap up his chest, and he said, "Do you think we should shave?" I knew exactly what he meant.

I was an excellent shaver. Before dorm dances or important interviews, guys would line up to sit on a chair in the bathroom and get the best, closest shave. My skills came from Robert "Lew" Lewandowski who had grown up as an orphan in Boys Town. I don't mean the gay neighborhood. I mean the orphanage in Nebraska. Everyone had to learn a trade. And though Lew went on to be a firefighter, the trade he learned as a kid was barbering.

Lew was great at taking care of men's hair. The fire chief had ordered in a genuine Emil J. Paidar barber chair to be installed in the basement of the fire station. And Lew didn't just cut the other firefighters hair, he cut the hair of every kid in the village because it was so cool to go to the fire station for a haircut and Lew only charged $3.00. The whole time he cut your hair, Lew would whistle and tell you what he was doing. When I started getting a mustache in 7th grade, I went to Lew and asked what to do about it. "Why don't you sit down and I'll give your first close shave."

Don't get me wrong. Lew could position an aerial ladder truck in front of a burning building perfectly. But his joy was barbering.

Back to BigBoy and me.

I put a new blade on the Gillette, stood BigBoy up against the shower wall and started to shave off all of his chest hair. I was super careful around his nipples, and because his abs were ticklish, I had to grip his right pec so he didn't have a myoclonic jerk and cause me to end up giving him an involuntary appendectomy. When I was done, BigBoy looked like Michelangelo's David.

"I want to return the favor." I didn't have that hairy of a chest. Sure, there was some hair on the pecs and around the nipples. Only a little bit from the pubes to the navel. But I knew what Erich was going to do to me. I stood back and took the treatment.

Erich cut me twice around the nipples, and once around the belly button. But now I was as bare he was. I walked up to the bathroom mirror to check out what I looked like. I examined myself. More bare-chested than since the age of 13.

I pushed Erich back into the shower. I positioned my hardon under his hole and waited for his order. "Go in!" I shoved my six and 3/4 inches of cut cock into Erich's warm, tight anus.

Erich was entirely bigger than me. Six inches taller. And about one inch on the hard dick. As I fucked Erich and jerked him off, I came into his ass. This was the best guy in my life.