Shaving
Greg and I didn’t mention our sexual encounter, we just remained friends and roommates as though nothing had happened.
Greg’s behavior did change a bit though. He was… freer. While he was always comfortable in just boxers or trunks, he’d never let his dick show before. Now though, I saw his dick constantly and even got some views of his naked butt. He was clearly freer in showing off his nakedness. Though he did not actually sit around the dorm room naked, more of him hung out of his boxer shorts and he changed in a more public fashion.
About two weeks had passed since our fateful evening. Greg came home late to find me sitting on our couch, dressed in only a sport brief, playing a video game.
“Dude,” Greg called as he entered.
“What’s up man,” I replied, pausing the game to glance at him.
He yanked something from his backpack and tossed it at me.
The smooth fabric landed on my head, covering my face.
“Ha,” he laughed. “Perfect shot.”
“The fuck is this bro,” I said, peeling the item off my head.
Inspecting the random clothing he’s thrown at me, with Greg stripped off, getting comfortable after a long day, I realized I was holding a small speedo. Striped diagonally with our school’s colors against a black background, it was a sexy pair of swimwear.
“Dude, what is this,” I reiterated, gliding my fingers over the smooth swim brief.
“I made the swim team,” he said excitedly. “Late acceptance, but I’ll take it. So, that my friend is my new uniform.”
“Nice bro,” I replied. “You’ll look great in this,” I added, holding it out to give it back to him.
“You bet,” he replied, full of confidence. He took the speedo from me and grinned, “Want to see me in it. You can confirm just how great I’ll look.”
Without waiting for my response, likely knowing I very much wanted to see him in it, he stripped his trunks off, his messy brown hair flopping around, and stood naked before me for a second.
I drank in the view. His muscled slightly bulky frame, his minimal body hair except a treasure trail from his navel to a wildly hairy bush. It didn’t look like he’d trimmed himself at all since I sucked him off, just let his bush grow. Dangling below his dick were his two nicely sized nuts, held aloft in a perfectly smooth sac. The juxtaposition between the wild bush and smooth sac was enticing. But so was all the rest of it.
With a cheeky grin, he slipped his feet into the speedo and shimmied it up his legs, wrangling his snaking, flaccid penis into the front. Also super enticing, watching his long flaccid dick flop around like a wet pool noddle.
He posed, hands on his hips, crotch pushed out, cheeky grin a fixture on his face. “How do I look? Be honest dude, I trust you.”
My dick had stiffened, bulging even more in my sport brief.
“Fucking hot dude,” I said emphatically. “Though,” I continued, considering the view. “Seems a bit snug. And this needs taking care off.” I flittered my fingertip through the substantial pubes sticking out above the speedo. And indeed, it was snug, his dick barely covered. With his nuts and the base of his dick taking up most of the pouch, his length trailed toward his hip. And with the skimpy swim brief silhouette thinning across his hip, the narrow material was pushed away from his skin as it tried to cover his endowment, leaving a gap that if looked at from the right angle, would show the viewer his penis.
Unable to resist, and Greg showing no sigh of modesty, my fingers touched his speedo-clad shlong and trailed along his length. As they reached the gaping section, they hooked into the openings at the top and bottom, touching his nearly naked flesh.
Greg moaned, his dick instantly swelling.
“Your bush is out of control, fucking jungle down there,” I joked, clarifying one of my concerns. “And maybe your coach can find you a bigger pair.” My fingertips grazed both sides of his shaft, feeling the blood engorging his flesh.
Greg moaned a second time and fluttered his fingers in his exposed bush.
“Yeah man,” he said. “I know. Coach said all this must go. Got to be smooth like my nuts, he said.”
I imaged his coach, seeing Greg naked, talking about his fine set of testicles and jungle-like pubes. His coach, seeing the absolute shlong hanging between Greg’s legs. Uffff, to have been a fly on the wall in that locker room... oh well, I have a front row seat to the best part right here… I was just as hard as Greg at this point.
Greg then turned around, my fingers pulled from his speedo, “How about the back side?”
Hot shit, thoughts continued, my dick lurching. This was the first time he’d really called my attention to his butt, and I was all for it.
Surprisingly the skimpy material covered his gym-worked butt well, the diagonal stripes accentuated his curves.
Fucking hot!, I thought.
“You think so,” Greg asked, peeking over his shoulder.
I startled and then laughed, “Oops, did I say that out loud?”
“Sure did bro,” Greg laughed. “Appreciate the candor.” He wiggled his butt at me.
My hands cupped his butt cheeks, feeling the firm give of his ass flesh and testing the resolve of the speedo to contain his buttocks. It held securely.
“The back side is perfect,” I said, swatting his cheeks playfully.
He cocked his eyebrow at me and turned around. He’d clearly swollen to full size, 8inches of cock straining the fabric, the edge of his fat mushroom head was visible from my angle as it tried to hide in the too small speedo.
“Or…” I offered. “If coach doesn’t have a bigger size, we’ll need to take care of this before each swim meet,” I said, squeezing his engorged dick through the skimpy swimwear.
Greg moaned and smirked. “We!?”
I cocked a smile, shrugging. The game was clearly back on and I wasn’t going to let another opportunity pass me by. The first round was fantastic, I could only image round two would be just as good, if not better.
“If you want,” I said. “You know how well I take care of it. Otherwise go jack it alone with that same old hand,” I added, making one option sounds resoundingly better than the other, which it was.
Greg laughed heartily, putting a hand on my shoulder as he doubled over.
His laughter subsiding, his hand on my shoulder tightened and his arm flexed, pulling us together.
Our lips met.
Firm.
Our mouths opened, lips twisted, tongues danced.
Our erect bulges pressed together, humping, frotting as we made out.
A while later we pulled back to breathe, holding each other’s shoulders.
“Fuck dude,” Greg sighed, taking a deep breath. “I have a request, well, a favor really.”
I nodded, listening.
“You know how you said my bush needs some grooming,” he said, cocking his head toward his crotch.
“I believe the words I used were fucking jungle,” I teased.
“Fuck off dude,” he laughed. “Well, I’m nervous to shave it down to the skin, never done that before… and uh, I know you keep yours well groomed…” he paused, not due to modestly, but because he wasn’t sure how to ask me to shave his pubes for him. I did groom weekly. I didn’t shave, kept a nice crop of gingery pubes that were well trimmed, but was in better manscaped condition than him.
Oh shit, I thought, the realization dawning on me a second later. Greg’s been eyeing my junk. The game is on even more than I thought!
“Do you have a trimmer, straight edge, shaving cream, and a towel,” I asked, cutting to the chase, not making him ask me directly to shave his pubes.
He outwardly relaxed, grinned, and sped around the room, collecting the items. Laying the towel on the floor, he arranged the rest of the items next to it and laid down on his back. His erect cock bulged the speedo obscenely in this position. As I knelt next to him, I had a view of almost his entire shaft. Images of his dick, coiled in his boxers from our first encounter, flashed in my vision. They now merged with this new view. His erect dick, still partially hidden in an article of clothing, just waiting for the moment of release.
“Ready,” I asked, wanting confirmation.
He nodded, “Yeah dude.”
“First thing,” I said, getting ready, “Is we need to take these off.” Grabbing a handful of the speedo, I pulled the front down, the hips dragging after, Greg’s erect 8inch shlong bouncing free.
He lifted his hips, pushing the speedo off his butt, and soon he was naked, discarded swim brief laying on the floor at his feet.
I paused for a moment, drinking in the view of his naked, aroused, twunk body. It looked like he’d slimmed down just a hint in the past two or so weeks, his bulkier frame not quite so bulky anymore.
Prepping for the swim team, I supposed.
“You good bro,” Greg asked, cutting through my imagination.
I smiled, laughing at myself. “Yeah, just lost in the view,” I said with a half-smile.
“No worries,” Greg said, rubbing my leg, his dick lifting from his abdomen and throbbing in the air before settling back down.
Holy fuck, I thought, He’s raging horny. I felt my dick beginning to leak.
“For you, bro. Horny for you,” Greg said, his hand sliding up my quad and stroking my enraged cock through my briefs.
I moaned, loud, lusty, my cock aching.
I’d said the quiet part out loud again.
Regaining some composure and forging ahead with the task at hand, I explained the initial step of the shaving and tossed in another jab at Greg’s poor manscaping, “I’m going to trim it all down first with the buzzer, really whack the overgrown jungle.”
Greg laughed and moved his hand to my quad, keeping it there. “Just get to it bro.”
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