Date: Sat, 9 Nov 2013 05:38:01 -0500
From: crawmcmy@gmail.com
Subject: Craig - A Shave and a Hand Job

Craig - A Shave and a Hand Job

About 21 years ago, my husband, Jeff and I moved to Florida from Des Moines,
IA. We had had enough of the long Iowa winters. We initially rented a
townhouse in north Tampa until we could get settled, then buy a house in an
upper-middle class neighborhood.

The day we moved in, we met the neighbors. That certainly was an interesting
experience.  The black couple next door was as nice as they could be.
Another neighbor - I never did find out where she lived - welcomed us to the
neighborhood by telling us it was a shame that we had to have black
neighbors!  Oh, the South! I will never understand this racial crap. If
people felt like this in Iowa, they were embarrassed and kept their mouths
shut.  Here people take pride in feeling that way. I never did see her again
after we hoisted the rainbow flag!


The one neighbor that caught my eye lived across the street from me.  I had
noticed him puttering around out in the yard as we were moving in.  What a
hunk!  He was about 35 years old with a solid (but not fat) build, balding
with a buzz cut, and a close-cropped beard.  It was warm out and he was just
wearing shorts in the yard.  He was covered with the most delicious-looking
mat of man fur that I had ever seen!  As we were moving in, I found him to
be a constant distraction. I could only think how much I would like to kiss
him from top to bottom!  He had also caught the eye of my husband as well
who was giving me bemused looks when he would see me gazing over his
direction.  I knew that Jeff thought he was a hunk as well. Thank goodness,
jealousy has never been an issue in our 35-year open relationship

We were hauling out some boxes to the curb and I saw our neighbor outside on
his parking with his wife and two children.  I glanced over at him - he was
still shirtless - and he asked me how the move was going. I walked across
the street, my eyes feasting on his hairy body and introduced myself.  He
introduced himself as Craig and introduced his wife and children to me.  We
had a bit of small talk and then I reluctantly went back to my work.  As I
was walking away, one of his children said something to the effect of "he
doesn't look any different from anyone else."  The wife quickly shushed the
child.  I thought, "What was that all about?" Puzzled, but nonetheless
amused, I mentioned it to my husband and we kind of chuckled about it the
rest of the evening.

Over the next several weeks, I got to know Craig a bit better. He was very
friendly and always willing to chat for a bit.  He was definitely a treat to
my eyes as he frequently went around without a shirt.  I found out that he
was martial-arts expert as well as a former sheriff's deputy.  He now worked
as a private detective that did investigative work for clients.  I thought
back to the comment that his daughter made about us "looking like everyone
else" and it finally made sense.  He had probably done a background check on
us and found out that bought the house together and had owned another house
together back in Iowa for a number of years.  The kids must have overheard
them talking about the fact that they have gay neighbors.

I never made my sexual orientation a secret and soon it naturally came out
in our conversations. Craig used to delight me talking about his martial
arts and giving me demonstrations of some of his moves - shirtless of
course! I also enjoyed hearing about his exploits as a former deputy.

I assumed that I would have a better chance of seeing snow in Tampa than I
would have ever sleeping with this hunk.  Only later did I find out that it
really does snow here from time to time!

About four years after we moved, I was sort of burned out at work and had
given my resignation.  My employers asked me to take a few weeks off and
think about it.  I used the time to relax and putter around the house.  One
morning, Craig came over to chat when I was in the yard working with my palm
trees.  He told me that he had hurt his back and shoulder at one of those
martial arts things he was in and did I know of anyone who does massage
therapy.  I told him that I belonged to a gay men's nudist group that held
non-sexual massage workshops monthly.  I did not know anyone who did
professional massage, but I would be happy to try and work on his back for
him.  He was busy that morning, but said that he would take me up on it
later.  I kept thinking, "so close, yet so far."  He was just being polite
and brushing me off.  Nonetheless, I spent the entire day distracted by my
thoughts of giving him the rubdown of a life!

Imagine my surprise when he called me the next morning and asked me if the
offer was still open to work on his back!  I told him that I would be happy
to help him out.  I went out and turned on my hot tub figuring this would be
a good way to relax him (and see him nude, too).

Craig came over and was not too sure about getting in the hot tub.  I
assured him that the property was very private and no one could see us.  It
would loosen up his back, too.  He was just wearing a pair of shorts and
sandals.  I was quite surprised when he shucked off his shorts and I was
greeted by a half-hard 6-inch cut cock.  It was about half-mast and quite
thick.  The mere sight of that made the whole morning worth it!

We sat in the hot tub chatting for about 15 minutes and then went inside.
We had both dried off outside and I asked him to help me set up the massage
table.  How hot was this? - he was still naked!  He was still a bit chubbed
up. And I was really enjoying the view, although I am sure that I would
never be able to touch it.

He lay on his stomach on the massage table.  He was covered in wiry black
fur all over - some places a bit thicker than others.  I really did try and
worked on his back, but was annoyed that I kept getting an erection as I
touched him.  I did not want to piss him off.  He was like massaging a bag
of potatoes.  He was so tight in his muscles that I had to do quite a bit of
pressure point therapy to get the knots out.

After about 30 minutes, I asked Craig to flip over and I would get his arms,
chest and legs.  He turned over and I noticed that he had closely trimmed
his pubic hair.  I also noticed that he was at full mast so to speak.  He
did not seem embarrassed so I just ignored it and went on.  He put his arms
back behind his head and I kept bumping into him with my erection - again he
was not fazed by it.

For a bear, he did not have much armpit hair.  It was fun to stroke his pits
anyway.  They exuded a nice clean smell that was a real turn on.  I got
closer to really inhale the manly aroma.

I finished up on his legs and commented on his trimmed bush.  It was at this
time I noted a large drop of cock dew at the end of his dick which continued
to point to his stomach.  He told me that he likes to shave it every now and
then.  Craig said he liked the change since he is so hairy.  A shaved bush
is an anathema of everything I like about guys, but it looked good on Craig.
He commented that he needed to shave it again. He just has not had the time
and it was a pain to do.


I was done massaging him at this point.  I asked him if he wanted me to get
a razor and some shaving cream and do the job for him. I figured he would
refuse and get ready to go.  Imagine my surprise when he said "Sure - that
would be great.  You sure you don't mind?"  Did I mind?  Does a rag doll
have cloth tits?  Of course I didn't mind in the slightest!  I sprang back
to full wood at the thought touching so intimately.  I told him to hang out
there and I would be right back.  He just put his arms back behind his head
and settled back on the massage table.

I got some cream and a new razor.  I lathered him up and proceeded to give
him a very detailed shave.  As I was moving his stiff cock out of the
razor's way, his cock disgorged a squirt of precum on my fingers.  I
surreptitiously licked it off.  It was very hot tasting and the idea that I
was able to taste some of his cock-snot without him seeing was even hotter.

We were both hard as I finished up.  I washed off the shaving cream with
some water on a towel and figured he would get going.  So needless to say I
was shocked to hear him ask me if I had any porno we could watch.  I
recovered my voice and told him that I did not have any straight porn - only
gay stuff that he would not be interested in.  He told me, "Porn is porn -
gay or straight.  I have never seen any gay porn! I am sure it is hot as
straight porn.  Let's see some."


Armed with a couple of towels for the sofa, my hard dick led the way into
the media room.  We sat on the couch.  Craig in the middle so that no matter
what, I would have to sit next to him.  I popped in a movie called
"Nutbusters" which is just nothing but cum shots - one after another.  It is
one of the hottest movies in my collection.  Craig sat back on the sofa with
his dripping dick pointing in the air and arms behind his head. He then said
that he loved seeing another guy come!

He stoked himself every so often, When he did, the precum gushed out of his
cock-slit onto his hand.  What a waste!  I would have loved to have had that
in my mouth. Then he did something very unexpected.  He asked me to jerk him
off!  He did not have to ask twice.

I grabbed hold of that thick dick.  It was well lubricated from the precum
that was gushing out of his cock.  I don't think that I stroked him more
than a minute or two before he threw his head back and with a loud grunt,
shot eight volleys of cop cum onto his chest and stomach.  Cum - thick, hot
and heady - was all over my hands too.

I kept stroking until he begged me to stop. Craig had another surprise for
me.  He reached to grab my cock to jerk me off.  It was at that point that
his work cell phone rang. He answered it and told the party on the other end
that he would be right there.  I grabbed one of the towels and wiped up the
lake of cum from his chest and stomach and my hands.  He apologized that he
needed to leave and get something done for work that was time-sensitive.  I
assured him that it was fine.  He quickly dressed and took off - not the way
straight guys do when they have climaxed, but the way someone would with a
sudden business problem.

After he left, I realized that my own cock was leaking a river and thumping
like crazy.  Well, I guess that I will jack off. I went back into the media
room and suddenly spotted the trick towel that I had wiped Craig's cum off
with.  It was still sticky and the cum had a delightful odor.  I sat down
and fisted my own cock while smelling the odor of Craig's load.  It did not
take me 30 seconds before I shot a huge load myself.

I figured that this would just be a onetime deal - little did I know that it
would get better and better!  More Craig stories later including some hot
watersports encounters with him.

Wet Bare Bear

Tampa, FL USA

crawmcmy@gmail.com