Sir….can you teach me how to shave?

I never knew my dad.  No memories, no pictures and my mom never mentioned him.  Mom…who I always called by her first name….Betty was a beautiful woman.  She had me when she was in business school.  My parents tried to send her away to have me and give me up for adoption.  I had leaned bits and pieces of that story from letters I found in a shoebox tucked in the back of her closet.

My mom managed to stay in business school. She got a job as a care giver to an old man.  We moved into his home.  My mom cooked, cleaned and managed his house.

The old man had a son who was kind, handsome and eventually took over his father’s business. I never knew any of my other family, grandparents, etc….my mom remained at the old man’s house even after he passed away.

Albert, the man’s son became someone I looked up to.  I always managed to be around him.  He was single, maybe mid 40’s…..very hairy…his tshirts always had a patch of fur peeking out around the neck of his collar.  He wore long sleeved shirts and always rolled the sleeves up.  His hairy arms were so covered with beautiful hair.

One day I had changed a flat tire on my bike and noticed Albert was working in his garage on his Triumph motorcycle.  He had on a pair of jeans, boots and nothing more.  My god…. I sprang a boner just seeing him with his shirt off.  He picked up his tshirt and wiped the sweat off his face, arm pits, etc….

A few minutes later he had stepped away and I picked up his shirt and just took a deep breath.  I don’t know what came over me.  A few minutes later Albert reentered the garage with a bottled beer and whistled….I froze.  He laughed and said.

Hey,  if you like that …come here.  He stuck my face in his pits.  Fuck me….my dick exploded in my fruit of the loop underwear.

He placed his finger under my chin and said…I know you watch me. I didn’t even try to deny it.  I told him I wished I was as hairy as he was.  

He asked me if I had started getting hair in other places. He raised my arms and took my Batman tshirt off. As a ginger it was obvious my pits were red.  I had some hair.  He cupped my cock and said….how much hair do you have down there.

He told me to unzip my shorts.  I knew I had shot my cum in my underwear but I didn’t care. He noticed my cock wet ….he winked and said….let’s get you cleaned up.   

We went into the big house.

My mom and I lived in the apartment above the garage.  He told me to get out of my clothes.  My mom didn’t need to see my briefs with yellow cum spots on them.

In the bathroom he prepared a bath.  The tub was massive.  He got me in the tub and washed me.  He fingered my hole and told me he was going to fuck my boy pussy.  Hell…he could do anything he wanted.  He knew I would never tell him no.

After a few minutes he undressed and got in the bath with me.

He placed my chest and arms over the side of the claw foot tub and worked my ass. He fingered me with his soapy hand.  He got two fingers in me and my pecker was extremely hard again.  He got behind me.  He thrust his head in my tight hole.  

God it felt phenomenal.  He fucked me so deep that the water in the tub splashed out onto the bathroom floor. After he used my ass…he drained the water and we moved to the walk in shower.  He kissed me and told me it was time I leaned to shave.

He prepared the foam, lathered my face and so gingerly shaved my face.  Explaining to me how to run the razor in the direction of my cheeks, chin…not to shave against the trail, path of my hair.

Next thing I knew was he dropped to his knees and shaved my balls.  He licked the precum from my leaking pecker. It was amazing.  

After we finished…he held me tight and said he would discuss with my mom about teaching me how to shave.  That summer I started to understand what I wanted to leaned about being a man from this point.

I was never as hairy as Albert…but to this day when I see a man so handsome, hairy and beautiful I think back to Albert being my first sexual encounter.

Damn…I must admit…I do get excited when I start to shave.  Anytime I treat myself to a hot shave from my barber it’s a good thing I’m covered with the apron because my hardon is indeed obvious.  

But…that’s another story.  so….lather up today…naked of course…and enjoy shaving.  Don’t think of it as a task …but really enjoy it.