Authors Note: Part 5 of 6 of a slow burn story. New chapters will release weekly. Sit back, unzip, and enjoy.
Smooth
The weather for the next couple of days had turned cooler, with gloomy clouds threatening (but never quiet delivering) rain. It had become so cold that at times they had had to give in and wear clothing. It had been odd to see James in shorts and a shirt, his solid bum and swinging cock hidden, as if to taunt Alex.
Luckily, today, the sun had returned and the clouds retreated, and they had begun the day naked. Alex was oddly pleased to be folding his clothes away. He had grown to enjoy his dick bouncing around in the sunshine, his arse exposed to the air, and the double pair of eyes that regularly checked out both. It had come as something of a surprise to him, to see them starring, but it was a good surprise. A hot surprise.
And then there was the sun’s other side effect; it was constantly making his already raging sex drive reach new heights. Luckily, between his peeping tom habits and the increasingly hot encounters with his two bosses, he wasn’t short of memories and images to blow multiple loads to daily.
After what had happened with James, he’d been doing that a lot. Thankfully his room was open to the elements, or else it would stink of spunk worse than his room back home. And he’d spent the years giving it that smell. Still, even then the cabin had a musky quality he kind of enjoyed.
The dry wall had long since been repaired, and today, he had been working with both men, packing away a literal tonne of dried and tinned goods into the villa pantry. Flour, passata, oil, cocoa powder, red and white vinegars, the list was endless. He had finally learned to lift with his knees, though part of him had wondered if another back twinge, real or not, would result in James treating him to another massage.
Done for the day, Alex and Luis were free to do as they pleased, whilst James busied himself auditing the season’s first major supply drop.
“But we already checked everything as we put it away?” Alex pointed out as the two headed for the showers.
“James likes to be thorough.”
The cold jets provided welcome relief and made quick work of the dust and sweat. He had gotten used to the freezing water, though he didn’t like to spend too much time under them. The toilets, however, were still proving a challenge, though he was getting a little more comfortable.
As they walked back to the courtyard, Luis stared at his crotch.
“Erm, are you okay?” Alex asked when the other man literally craned his head to inspect his groin.
“You are so hairy,” he said, as if to himself.
Alex felt himself turn red, which Luis must have noticed for he shook his head in apology.
“No, no. It is nice! Natural. But have you ever changed it?”
Alex thought back to when he was 13 and tried to hack away at his bush with a pair of kitchen scissors, but had only succeeded in making some of the lads laugh at him in the school changing rooms. He’d never bothered since.
“No,” he lied.
Luis gestured to his smooth skin, the faintest shadow of stubble where his bush would be.
“Do you like mine?”
Alex nodded, ogling the beautiful dick and low hanging ball bag. His pulse picked up a little.
“Would you like to try?”
“What?”
“Shaving. Would you like to see what it looks like without all of this?” he stepped forward and brushed his fingers through his thick bush.
“So soft,” Luis said, oblivious to the sudden rush of blood Alex was experiencing.
“Erm.”
He could tell it was a serious offer, one that he had never really given much thought to. He did like his pubes. Yes they were unruly and spread across his lower tummy and thighs in a wide V, but it made him feel manly. Then again, Luis was manly and he shaved everything but his legs.
“How would it work?”
Luis smiled.
“Go back to the showers.”
Alex did as he was told, waiting only a minute or two until Luis returned with a bowl in one hand and a stool in the other.
“Stand here,” he said, putting the stool on the ground and heading to the sink to fill the bowl.
Seating himself, Luis, now at eye level with his junk, pulled out an electric shaver.
“First, we trim.”
Using the shaver, he began to cut away at the hair. Great brown clumps began falling onto the tiles, as Alex held his hands behind his head, watching as years of growth literally fell away.
Then, to his shock, Luis grabbed his shaft, and moved it around as he carefully manipulated the shaver around the base.
The warm, soft hand quickly worked its magic, and Alex’s went from soft to seven inches in under sixty seconds. Luis didn’t say a word, merely adjusting his grip as he worked.
“Now,” he said, putting the shaver away after finishing his balls, “part two.”
Alex was about to protest, but Luis, perhaps sensing his doubts, squeezed his shaft. Alex’s words got caught in his throat as he shivered in pleasure.
Luis lathered his crotch in shaving cream, making him weak at the knees. It was like the first time he’d secretly ordered lube on Amazon. Luis stroked him a few times, ostensibly under the guise of working the cream in nice and deep, but he gave Alex a devilish look that quickly undermined that idea.
The familiar sound of a razor being swirled through water signalled the next step, and carefully, Luis began to cut tracks into the foam. Starting from the base of his torso, he worked down toward the leaking cock in his left hand. The sound of stubble being cut competing with that of his pulse.
Luis was holding his cock. This ten out of ten, instagram worthy thirst trap was holding his solid cock. First James now this? Fuck. He tried to keep still.
Slowly, the cream vanished, leaving only traces. Until finally, only his cock and balls remained.
Very slowly, very gently, he watched as Luis worked the errant hairs away on both. Rolling his balls in his hand whilst Alex held his cock back, making sure the skin was taut enough to avoid any nicks.
Then, he was done.
“Now, go shower and let’s check out the new you.”
Alex washed the foam clean, the cool water helping to soothe his slightly irritated skin, as Luis emptied the bowl and kicked the hair down the drain.
Done, he returned to his stool and beckoned Alex forward. The shower had done little to reduce his boner, leaving it waving in Luis' face.
“Well?” he asked, admiring his own work.
Looking down, he was stunned. He was totally bald down there. Even his treasure trail was gone. And his cock looked enormous. It looked as if he’d gained an inch, if not more. His shaft emerged from his body in an obscene display of maleness. If he’d been afraid of looking like a little boy again, he wasn’t anymore. This was a man’s cock, and he was damn proud of it.
Luis seemed to track his line of thought.
“See, natural is good, but smooth is better,” he said, and then, without so much as a brisk stroke, swallowed him whole.
Alex nearly fell over, the sensation of lips brushing along his still wet prick, the heat of his mouth, and the swirl of his tongue, a total shock. Luis, with his jet black hair and beautiful eyes, had a mouthful of cock. His cock.
Up and down he went, his left hand gently pulling on his ball sack. Alex could only moan, his own eyes wide in shock and pleasure.
Luis pulled off a moment, his other hand wanking himself hurriedly.
“It is important to moisturise after you shave,” he grinned.
Alex wrapped his hands around the man’s head and pulled him back on his cock.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” and moaned as his pole was engulfed eagerly.
Luis worked hard but his sucking was gentle, his cock straining and throbbing with every swirl of the man's talented tongue. Every time he swiped it over his piss slit he shuddered, which only encouraged Luis more.
He soon abandoned Alex’s balls, and began to stroke the base of his cock, wanking him into his mouth, his tongue cradling the purple head and lips wrapped firmly under the glans.
Alex couldn’t control it, there was no warning. His prostate spasmed, his cock lurched into the roof of the man’s mouth, and his balls began to empty.
“Urrrrrgh. Urrgh. Fuck. Fuck!”
His cum flooded the man’s mouth, so much that he could have sworn he felt it rising around his dick like a tide. His orgasm was intensified by the sudden humming grunts that vibrated around his still emptying prick as Luis sprayed his feet with thick ropes of Portuguese jizz.
As their semen began to drop off, and the shaking of their bodies ceased, Luis pulled away, wiping his mouth clean with his non-cum covered hand.
“Mmm, you taste good. I knew you would.”
Getting to his feet, he licked his lips, and then, to Alex’s surprise, kissed him on the lips. It was more than a peck, but less than tongue. His lips were soft and had a slight tang to them. A tang he recognised from years of swallowing his own loads.
“We better get cleaned up,” Luis said, breaking away, and once again, the two of them showered.
Wine
As they ate that night, the sky once again returned to the twinkle of stars, he felt both relaxed and satisfied. Both men seemed to enjoy his body, and he had to admit he loved his new look. His cock looked massive, even soft it was a real swinger now. James had taken one look at him and immediately raised an eyebrow at Luis.
“He asked!” the other man said, grinning like a kid caught sneaking sweets.
“I like it.”
As they sat there, drinking wine and chatting nonsense, he wondered about their relationship. He doubted either man was cheating, but he also didn’t know their arrangement. Did they even know what the other had been up to? Or was it a secret they both kept? He didn’t know, and he wasn’t brave enough to ask. Funny how his courage seemed to retreat whenever his boner was absent.
“I spoke to your dad today.”
It took him a moment to realise James was talking to him.
“Hmm?”
“Your dad, we facetimed earlier.”
“Is that who I saw you on the phone to?”
James nodded. Alex went bright red.
“Did he see me in the background!?”
James shrugged.
“He might have, does it matter?”
Alex, knowing he was on the verge of another ‘artificial boundaries’ talk, sipped at his wine.
“Anyway, I told him you were doing well. He was pleased.”
That wasn’t true. If he’d really given a fuck he would have called him directly. This was him checking in on his wayward son. Alex rolled his eyes.
The older men exchanged a look.
“When was the last time you saw William?” Luis asked his partner, apparently deciding to double down.
James seemed to consider the value of answering, before ultimately deciding to risk it.
“Not for years. I was still in my twenties.”
Very non-commital. Smart.
“Weren’t you there for his birth?” asked Luis, his face genuine.
Alex furrowed his brow. No, he hadn’t. He knew that much. His mother had vividly described his birth a few times, describing how he’d been ‘stubborn’ and the worst 27 hours of her life.
James seemed fidgety all of a sudden.
“No, I wasn’t. You’re getting confused.”
Luis considered his words a moment, then something clicked, and he realised some unspoken error.
“Ah, yes. I must be.”
Alex looked from one to the other, his eyes questioning, but neither man would engage.
“Your dad said you were looking good. Said you remind him of himself at that age,” James ventured, looking down at his crotch and smiling softly.
The statement threw him a moment. His dad hadn’t seen him naked since he was very young, and the idea that he admired him as a man gave him a rush of pride. But something was going on, and he had to know what it was.
He was about to ask, but James picked up the empty bottle.
“We’re out. I’ll go grab another bottle. After all, it is Saturday tomorrow.”
Leaving the two behind, Luis leant back and enjoyed the stars.
“What are you two hiding?”
Luis shrugged.
“Nothing. I just got confused.”
“That’s bollocks.”
The man took a deep breath, turned, and gently brushed Alex’s face.
“It is not my story to tell.”
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