Date: Sat, 3 Jan 1998 20:06:43 EST
From: EBayBarber <EBayBarber@aol.com>
Subject: Robert Gets a Shave

Robert Gets a Shave
Copyright 1997

"What did you say!" Robert exclaimed.  Still in my daydream-- or day-fantasy--
from riding the elevator down 15 flights alone with this gorgeous guy, I
repeated, "I'll let you keep the beard when I do the rest of you."

"Do what to me?" Robert asked.  Still mesmerized I mumbled, "Take off the rest
of your hair."

"You want to shave my body?" Robert asked incredulously-- it was not the thing
one usually discussed in an office elevator.  His question broke through my
reverie.  "Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound," I thought.  Blushing
furiously I replied, "Yes, I think you're the best-looking guy in the office.
I've fantasized about you every since you started working here."  That was two
years ago.  "I've love to carefully shave you, then massage you, then rub oil
into your body," I went on.

Robert-- never Rob, or Bob, or Bobby-- did not look shocked, or like he was
going to deck me.  Hell, he was so good looking, maybe he was used to getting
hit on.  In fact, he gave a little smile as he asked, "And just where does
this fantasy of yours happen?"  I replied, "Either at your apartment or mine.
I have a portable massage table, I am a CMT, but my place would be better.  I
have a larger table which is better set up for what I have in mind."

"And would I be tied up when you, uh, shaved me?" Robert asked, in a tone of
voice like we were having a normal office conversation.  "Only if you wanted
to be," I said.  Then I asked, "Do you have much experience with bondage?"
Robert ignored that question and asked, "When does this fantasy take place?"
That one was easy to answer.  "Every couple of nights," I replied, grinning.
Quickly I continued, "Well, I don't have anyone scheduled for this Saturday
night, so I could fit you in then."

"So you've done this before?"  Robert queried.  "Yes, you wouldn't be my
first," I answered.  "In fact, there are a couple of guys, former swimmers,
who I shave every couple of months.  They love the feeling of being smooth.
Or maybe they like the massages I give."

"But I work out," Robert complained, almost like he was groping for an excuse
not to be shaved by me-- for the last few minutes I had noticed that his
crotch was bulging a little, although Robert has turned slightly away from me,
as if to cover it up.  Actually it had the opposite effect, since he was
almost in profile and could see the tenting.  "What would I do in the
showers?"

"I know you work out," I said.  "That's probably one of the reasons you have
such a good body.  And shaving is in, at least for swimmers.  You do swim,
don't you?"  "Yeah, some," Robert replied.  "So tell them you wanted to see if
it cut any time off.  And if you don't like it, you can always let it grow
back," I suggested.  Not everyone takes the trouble to have electrolysis done
to his cock and balls and ass , like I had.

The elevator was just about at the ground floor.  As the doors were opening,
Robert told me, "Let me think about it.  I'll get back to you."  Happy to have
gotten so far I grinned and said, "I'll be waiting to hear from you."  Luckily
I had a couple of manuals with me, with which I could cover my hardon as I
followed Robert off of the elevator.  "Even his ass is perfect!" I thought as
I walked behind him.

The rest of the week passed slowly, as I continued to daydream about Robert.
He may not have been your idea of gorgeous, but he sure was mine.  He was
about 5'10 and had a 29" waist, so said the back of the 501s which he stuffed
himself into on dress-down Fridays.  His chest wasn't huge, maybe 38".  He had
straight blond hair, sort of like Paul, of The Beatles, had.  Recently he had
grown a beard, which he kept neatly trimmed.  It had filled in nicely.  The
first time I had seen it I got an instant erection.  It was that beard which I
had said I would let Robert keep when I "did" the rest of him.

Finally, Friday afternoon, I got a call from Robert.  "What time?"  he asked.
"How about seven?  I suggested.  "I want to spend my time doing it right, so
it could take a while."  Robert then asked "Do you want me to bring anything?"
"Just your body and you sense of adventure," I replied.  "Do you know where I
live?"  "Yes, I checked on email," Robert answered.  "See you tomorrow night
at seven."  Boy was I turned on by the thought of my fantasy coming true.  I
hoped my cock-- which had hardened the moment Robert had said he'd be coming
over-- would go down, else I'd be walking around with a woody for 24 hours!

Saturday I spent the day cleaning the house, checking out my massage and
shaving equipment, wiping down the massage table, choosing the right CDs to
play as background music, shaving and showering, giving myself an enema-- just
in case; and showering again since I got all sweaty worrying about just what
to wear.  Finally I settled on a white, ribbed turtleneck, which emphasizes my
own gym-toned body, and a tight fitting pair of jeans.  I put on a pair of
dark bikini underwear, figuring dark would cover up the wet spot sure to
develop as I shaved Robert.  I thought that seven o'clock would never come.

Finally it did.  I heard the doorbell chime.  "Only a couple of minutes late,"
I noted to myself, "So it was probably traffic, not nerves."  I opened the
door to find Robert, looking as stunning as ever.  He, too, was in a tight
fitting shirt-- I could see the spots of his tits poking out.  The usual 501
jeans and sneakers.  He had a bottle of wine in his hand.  

"I though we might want to relax a bit, get to know each other a little,
before, uh, starting," Robert said as he handed it to me.  "I had the same
thought," I replied.  "I have a bottle chilling now, so maybe we'll save this
one for later.  Come on in and sit down."  I motioned to the couch as I moved
toward the kitchen to get the wine and glasses.  I put the bottle Robert had
brought in the refrigerator, and got out mine.  I opened it, then brought it
and two glasses back into the living room.  

Robert had started in on the cheese and crackers I had put out.  He had also
found the small book of pictures I had left out for his perusal.  Photos were
in pairs.  On the left was the "before," picture; on the right was the
"after."  Some of the guys were real gorillas-- not my usual choice.  Others
had a light coating of hair; just a patch on their chest between their tits
and a treasure trail leading downward.  Those were the "before" photos, of
course.  The "after" photos all showed smooth chests, shining slightly from
the coat of oil I had massaged in.  All of the pictures were taken when the
guys were still laying down on the massage table, just after I had finished
with the massage and oil rub-down.  Some of the guys' eyes were open, others
were closed.  All of them had dreamy, contented, smiles on their faces.  I had
mostly included only photographs of guys from the waist up; one or two started
lower, showing a smooth crotch from just above a towel modestly covering the
penis on downward.

I poured the wine and handed Robert a glass. I guess he was a bit nervous; he
drank the first glass quickly as he moved from photo to photo.  The second
glass took a bit longer, but not much.  Robert finished the third glass about
the time he finished the book of photos.  He stood up, put down the glass,
turned to me and said, "Let's get going.

I picked up the bottle and glasses-- "In case we get thirsty"-- and led Robert
into the family room, where I had set up the massage table.  I had made a
small fire in the fireplace (actually, I had turned the gas up low amongst the
artificial logs, but, what the heck, it lent atmosphere to the room, and it
heated it up nicely).  The room has a thick shag carpet, perfect for bare
feet.  It also had a wet bar (how convenient for shaving men in that room!)  I
sat down on the couch and started taking off my shoes and socks.  Robert sat
down next to me and did the same.

I stood up, turned to Robert and said, "Take off your shirt."  Robert grinned
and replied, "You, first."  I took off my shirt, folded it neatly and set it
on the couch.  Robert stood up, and it sure looked like he was checking me
out.  "You work out, too," he commented.  "And you shave."  "Actually, I have
my back waxed," I replied.  "But I do shave the places I can reach myself."

Robert took off his own shirt, and likewise folded it neatly and set it down.
Instant hardon!  My dream man, , shirtless only a couple of feet away!  I must
have gasped, or started drooling, or something, for Robert said, "I guess you
like what you see!"  I moved closer, to get a better look.  I ran a hand
lightly down the front of Robert's chest.  As I suspected, he was not very
hairy;.  some hair on his upper chest, and a path running down the center
toward the hidden treasures beneath his belt.  He had some short hairs on his
back, nothing that a few swipes with a blade couldn't fix!

I motioned Robert toward then end wall of the family room, which was devoid of
pictures.  "I want to get a couple of photos of you," I said as I picked up my
camera.  Robert stood there, barefoot, and grinning, as I snapped away.  I
took a couple of head shots-- I just loved his beard and smile and light blue
eyes.  

Just to make sure Robert stayed relaxed, I handed him his wineglass, and
filled it with the last of the wine from the first bottle.  He now had had
four glasses or so to my one and a half; I don't like to drink much when I'm
handling a straight razor near someone's crotch.  No SUI (shaving under the
influence) for me!  I got another wine bottle-- the one Robert had brought--
from the kitchen, opened it, and set it on the bar.

Robert, in the meantime, had been examining the massage table and the tools of
my trade.  A couple of straight razors were set out (I have an autoclave for
sterilization).  I had taken a couple of barbering classes during my college
days so I knew how to use them; I could easily pass the "shave a balloon
without it bursting" test..  I had also set out some lotions, gels, massage
oils in a variety of scents, and towels.  The rubbers, should they be needed,
were discretely hidden behind the bar.

I moved close to Robert, and slowly unbuckled my belt.  Robert heard the
noise, and turned to watch as I undid my pants and slid them down my legs.  I
stepped out of them, folded them, and put them near my shirt.  Robert kind of
sighed, then started undoing his own belt.  I quickly moved him toward the
wall, and took some pictures as he was stepping out of his pants.  I could
feel my cock growing as I watched.  Robert evidently noticed, so I disclosed,
"I can't help it.  Watching guys undress really turns me on."  Robert's own
underwear, skimpy and bright red, were also tenting outward.  "Me, too," he
remarked.  "I guess the wine is having its effect though, else I'd be rock
hard."

I handed Robert his full wine glass and said, "Have some more.  I want you
relaxed for this."  Robert took the glass, and sipped.  I guess he was
enjoying the show as I slowly slipped off my underwear.  Robert commented, "I
see you keep yourself smooth," as he eyed my naked crotch.  "Yes, I really
enjoy the sensation," I replied.  

Robert stood up, set down his glass, and asked, "Ready for the show?"  I
nodded, camera in hand, and began clicking away as he lowered his underwear.
A blond thatch of hair started appearing.  It was thick and long and
scrumptious.  I knew guys who collected hair and would pay a fortune for that
bush!  Robert's balls were also densely covered.  They also hung down
deliciously, perfect for sucking on after they were denuded.  I got some full-
body shots and some close-ups of Robert's chest and, of course, his crotch.
Boy would this be a night to remember!

I moved toward the massage table, and Robert followed.  The table was large,
and extra wide, with plenty of room for someone to put his hands at his sides.
A large triangular sort of plug covered the obligatory nose/face hole for when
you were lying on your face.  I had covered the table with a thick terry
towel, much more comfortable, I thought, then a thin cotton sheet.  Robert
noticed the razor strops which hung down conveniently from both sides of the
table.  "Are you going to tie me up?" he asked, his voice wavering a little.
"No," I laughed, "unless you want to be."  I picked up one of the straight
razors an started stropping it.  "These are just for making sure the razor has
a good edge," I explained.  "But you didn't answer my question the other day.
Do you have much experience with bondage?"

"No, I don't have any," Robert answered.  "But I've sort of fantasized about
it.  Actually, I don't have any experience with a guy."  ("As if women can't
be into bondage," I thought to myself.)  Robert went on, "Not much experience
with women, either.  But I've sort of wanted to try it with a guy.  From what
I've read, I think I might be a 3 or 4 on Kinsey's scale."  "I know what you
mean," I empathized.  "I did women in high school, and even later.  I didn't
do anything with my first guy until college.  Then I decided I liked them
better.  My head can still be turned by a pretty girl; it's just that all I
want to do is look.  Each of us must decide what he likes.  As long as you
don't hurt anyone, and it's consensual for both of you, 'Who cares what anyone
else thinks?' is my motto.  We can skip the bondage today."

I motioned for Robert to get onto the massage table.  "Lie on your back," I
suggested.  Robert climbed onto the table, and laid back. His head rested on a
small pillow.   I picked up a towel, and modestly laid it over his crotch.  I
positioned Robert's hands at his sides, then changed my mind and bent one arm
and put it behind his head.  I then moved the table of shaving supplies out of
the way.  "These will be your "before" pictures," I said.  I snapped a couple,
then moved the towel lower, showing just a hint of public hair.  I snapped a
couple more, then removed the towel and took some pictures of Robert "au
naturel."  I draped the towel back over his middle.  I picked up a terry wrap
and put it around my waist, "Just to keep myself out of the way," I remarked.

"I'll start with your arms," I said, "Then move onto your back and backside."
I picked up a pair of clippers with one hand, and took Robert's right wrist
and straighten his arm with my other hand.  I moved closer to Robert, and
carefully trimmed his underarm hair.  Some people are turned on by underarms,
others are turned off.  I just see them as one more place to shave, to make a
man look smooth and hot.  While I had the clippers, I decided to do the rest
of what needed clipping.  I moved around the table, and clipped Robert's left
underarm.  Just for fun, I slowly ran the clippers down Robert's chest,
trimming the hair just a bit.  I continued downward, stopping at the towel
hiding Robert's crotch.  "Time for that later," I thought.  I ran the clippers
lightly over the rest of Robert's chest, taking care to rest the back of the
vibrating clippers on each of Robert's tits.  The towel hiding Robert's cock
twitched a couple of times as the clippers excited them.

Finishing with the clippers, I picked up a small hand vacuum cleaner.  I
vacuumed Robert's underarms and chest, and the table around Robert's body.
Playfully, I placed the nozzle over one of Robert's tits and let it suck
gently.  Oh, how I longed for my tongue to be there!  I moved onto Robert's
other tit, noticing that the first one was poking out stiffly.  Setting the
vacuum down, I gently rubbed my finger over it, and asked, "How does this
feel?"  "Mmmmm...," was Robert's only reply.

I picked up one of the straight razors, and started stropping it. "Are you
sure you know what you're doing?" Robert asked, eyeing the sharp blade.
"We'll see in a couple of minutes," I replied, grinning.  "I haven't cut off
any important parts-- yet!" I continued.  I moved to one side, set down the
razor, and poured some skin lotion into one palm.  

I picked up Robert's arm, and began rubbing the lotion in.  I like shaving
without shaving cream, so I can see what I'm doing, but find it works best
with some lubricant.  Shaving gel is too sticky, and invades the mood too
much.  With careful strokes, I shaved Robert's arm from the wrist toward his
shoulder.  I continued upward and around, doing his underarm and as much of
his shoulder as I could conveniently reach.  I moved to Robert's other arm,
and repeated the process.  Setting down the razor again, I poured some massage
oil into one hand, and began massaging Robert's arm.  This time I started at
the shoulder, and worked my way down to the fingertips, separating each finger
at the end and loosening them up.  I massaged Robert's other arm, Robert
purring with delight all the while.

I decided to shave the front of Robert's legs while he was face up.  I slid
the towel covering his crotch up a couple of inches, but not enough to expose
his cock or balls.  I wanted to save them for later, savoring the anticipation
of finally working on them.  I rubbed skin lotion into the top side of
Robert's legs, then shaved off what little hair was there.  Legs don't do much
for me; I like chests and balls best; so I shaved them with quick, confident
strokes.

"Sit up," I told Robert.  He did.  I then moved the pillow and pulled the
triangular piece from the top of the massage table, which covered up the hole
where one's note goes when lying on one's stomach.  "Turn over," I then
commanded.  He turned over onto his stomach, momentarily giving me a glimpse
of those delicious orbs and cock, just waiting to be shaved and sucked on (the
balls, that it!)  I moved the towel back over his middle, not that it would be
there for long.  I worked some lotion into Robert's back, starting at his neck
and moving down to just where his ass started curving.  I took slow careful
strokes to clean up the small trails of hair coming down each side of his
neck-- I don't like these; I think they make the hair look sloppy; they're
next on my list of places to have electrolysis.  Robert's back was not very
hairy, so I was soon done.  I got what little hair grew along his sides, while
I was at it.

I moved down and rubbed lotion into Robert's legs.  Just before I started
shaving them, Robert picked up his head and complained, "Aren't you going to
massage my back?"  I laughed, and put down the razor.  "Sure," I said, "I was
going to finish your whole backside first, but I can take a break.  Do you
need more wine?"  Robert indicated, "Yes," so I poured him a glass.  I took a
few sips from my glass, as well.  I then climbed onto the table, straddling
Robert and resting lightly on his behind.  I then thoroughly massaged Robert's
back, kneading it, pounding it, prodding it, forcing his tense muscles to
relax.  From the way Robert was wriggling as I moved downward toward the towel
covering his ass, a certain muscle on his front was not relaxing!  

Finally I was tired, and Robert was done, so I took a couple more sips of
wine, then picked up the razor and proceeded to shave Robert's legs.
Finishing them, I put the razor in the sink, picked up the massage oil, and
did Robert's legs, from the upper thighs just hidden by the towel to the tips
of his toes.  Robert had nice feet, I could tell that, although I'm not
particularly into them.  Other people can suck my toes-- and they have-- but
it's not really my scene.

I then removed the towel covering Robert's ass.  Two perfect cantaloupes
confronted me.  They had a light coating of hair, and a small tuft ran upward
from Robert's crack, and downward toward his balls.  I rubbed lotion into my
hands, then spread it over and around Robert's cheeks.  I could see his
asshole opening and closing as I worked the lotion closer and closer,
spreading his cheeks apart.  Finally having had enough fun, I picked up a
clean razor and began shaving.  With deft strokes I removed the hair above
Robert's crack, then skimmed over his cheeks, removing the downy coating.  I
did his thighs, the tops of which I couldn't reach before, as they were
covered by the towel.  I pushed Robert's legs open slightly, and shaved toward
his balls, as much as I could conveniently get.  I then held his hole open,
and gently scraped clean the opening.  I took great care not to "drop in
unannounced"; I wanted a sensual shaving experience, not a quick suck and
fuck.  If it came to that, later, so be it.  The fun is in the shaving and
then licking the smooth body, not in coarse, sloppy wham, bam, thank you
ma'am, uh, sir (wham, grrr, thank you sir?)

I stepped back a couple of feet to admire my work.  Liking what I saw, I moved
to pick up my camera.  Robert turned his head, to see what I was doing.  "Just
wanted a picture of some of your more memorable features," I remarked.
Actually, I took more than one picture of that delightful ass.

"Ready for the front?" I asked.  I picked up the towel, preparing to lay it
over Robert's crotch while I did his chest.  Robert sat up, turned, sighed,
and laid back.  I covered him with the towel.  I stood there a moment, looking
at his chest, then slowly raised my eyes to look at his face.  Robert's eyes
were looking at me.  "Enjoying yourself?" he asked.  "Yes," I breathed, "How
can you tell?"  "Well, you're humming to yourself as you shave me," he
replied, grinning.  toward my terry wrap, which was poking out a bit at the
front, he lightly grabbed my swollen organ.  "There's also this," he pointed
out, then added, "I'm ready if you are."  "Ready for what? I thought.

I rubbed lotion into Robert's chest, carefully avoid his tits-- it's great for
shaving but tastes pretty bad.  I carefully ran the straight-edge across
Robert's chest, taking off the first swatch of hair.  I wiped the razor off,
and stoked again.  Stroke after stroke I continued, working my way across
Robert's chest and down toward the hidden delights which awaited me.  "Puff
out your chest," I told Robert, "It makes it easier to shave."  Robert held
his breath, and pressed out.  With a few quick stroked, I took off the rest of
the hair from his belly.  "Relax, now," I said.  Robert laid back.  

Maybe I spent more time than I should massaging the oil into his chest, but
boy was it fun.  My fingers lingered over his tits, before lightly rubbing
them.  I could feel Robert shudder, and saw some motion under the towel at his
waist.  I rubbed again, then leaned over.  Moving my lips only inches away, I
slowly blew a light stream over one of his tits.  It looked like it perked up,
although it was hard to tell, since it was already jutting out hard.  I
continued blowing on one tit, as I lightly massaged the other with my hand.  I
then switched tits, and continued blowing and rubbing.

Finally I stood up and picked up the clippers.  I removed the towel covering
Robert's waist, and found a 7" rock-hard cock looking back at me.  I took hold
of it in one hand, and moved it to the side like it was nothing more than a
slight obstruction to the task at hand.  I ran the clippers through the thatch
above Robert's cock, trimming it so that it would be easier to shave.  After a
couple of passes, I moved downward and around the base of Robert's cock.  I
even ran the clippers up and down his cock a few times, as much for effect
(the vibration is pleasant), as to remove the hair.  I then made a few passes
across and around Robert's balls, taking off much of the dense hair covering
them.  What hair God had left off the rest of his body, he had attached to
Robert's crotch.

Having got off as much as I could with the clippers, I set them down and
picked up the vacuum cleaner.  I sucked up the loose hairs from Robert's
crotch, then ran the vacuum up and down Robert's cock.  I then moved onto his
balls, sucking them gently with the cleaner.  After a couple of minutes of
this fun, I moved the vacuum and cleaned up the hairs that had fallen onto the
towel covering the massage table.  All the while, Robert was grinning, licking
his lips, writhing his hips a little, and generally showing that he was
enjoying himself.

I set down the clippers and picked up the razor.  From the looks of Robert's
cock, I thought there'd be an explosion if I rubbed it, or his balls, with
skin lotion, so I decided to shave them dry.  With careful swipes I moved the
razor across the trimmed pubes, moving his cock out of the way as I worked the
blade across Robert's belly.  His pubic hair was straight and silky, I noted,
rather than tough and curly as on most guys.  It made shaving them easier.
After denuding the skin above his cock, I shaved the skin around both sides of
his cock, down toward his balls.

Taking Robert's cock firmly in my hand, I scraped off the hairs the clipper
had not gotten.  There was not much to start with, so I was quickly done.  Now
for the best part, Robert's balls.  I took them carefully in one hand, and
stretched them downward, tightening the skin of his sac.  Scrape, scrape!  I
moved my hand, scrape!  I took hold of the sack below his balls, letting them
pull upward, leaving the skin below them accessible.  Scrape!  I pulled them
upward and back, pushing them and Robert's cock back toward his belly to do
the underside of his sac.  Scrape, scrape.  

I forced Robert's legs apart with one hand, so I could work downward toward
his ass.  I released his balls, so I could hold his legs apart, pushing his
balls out of the way with the back of my hand.  I scraped his perineum smooth
as the proverbial baby's bottom.  While I was at it, I shaved the tops of
Robert's thighs, which had been covered when I had done the front of his legs.
I stood back, admiring my work, then moved forward to do a couple of spots I
missed.  I moved my face closer, examining Robert's balls, rolling them
between my fingers, checking for stray hairs.  All the while Robert was
panting and gasping; I could tell he was ready to explode!

Finally I decided I was done, I stepped back.  Robert laid there, trying to
catch his breath.  "What's up?" he asked.  "I'm done shaving," I replied.
Robert hesitated a moment before asking, "Now what?"  His voice quavered as he
asked that; I'm not sure if he was expecting me to go down on him right there,
or what.  Anyway, I picked up the camera and said, "I want some pictures of my
handiwork.  Now smile!"  I clicked away.  I picked up the towel and laid it
over his crotch, and snapped some more.  I moved the towel downward, 'til it
was caught on Robert's cock, clearing showing the bald patch of skin from his
navel to his cock.  "This will be your 'after' picture," I said.  "Look sexy!"
This wasn't hard for Robert-- he could sneer at me and I'd still swoon.  I
took another few pictures, all of the keepers!  I moved forward, and got a
couple of shots of Robert's face, still covered with that delightful beard,
and a couple more also showing his chest.  These were calendar pinup shots!

I told Robert to get up and move to the couch.  I had him lay on his side, his
back knee bent slightly, one of the sexiest poses for men, I think.  I took a
couple of close-ups-- of his face, then a couple looking from his face to his
feet, then a couple the other way, which made his crotch look huge.  I
casually draped a dark cloth over Robert's middle, to contrast with his light
skin and blond hair-- on his head.  These next pictures I would take would
definitely go in my beat-off collection.  (Who needs a naked guy standing
there, showing off his cock for all the world to see, when you have a good-
looking guy showing off his nice chest and with his crotch covered for you to
imagine what's under it?  Why do you think they sell so much lingerie and
skimpy underwear?)

I had Robert stand against the wall, in partial profile.  I snapped away.  I
stopped to change the film, and Robert stood there, running his hands down his
body.  He looked down as he reached his smooth belly and abdomen and
explained, "It's, like, hard to tell where my stomach ends and my crotch
begins!  I need a tan line or something!"

I said, "I have an idea.  Let me go get some things."  Robert said, "In the
meantime, I have to pee.  Where's the bathroom?"  I pointed out the doorway
off the family room, as I went to the back of the house to get some gear.  I
came back and set stuff down about the time Robert returned.  "Come put these
on," I said, handing Robert a black jock strap.  He stood there as I snapped a
couple of photos.  I had him kneel and took a couple more shots.

I then handed Robert a pair of leather bikini underwear, which had a few
silver studs outlining the crotch.  "Take those off and try these on," I said.
Robert took off the jock strap and said, "Hey, if I have to try on costumes,
so do you."  He reached for the terry wrap I had on, and pulled it off.  "Put
this on," he commanded.  I put down the leather underwear, and pulled on the
jock strap.  Robert picked up the camera.  "Now you pose," he told me, "And I
want copies of these pictures!"  "This guy learns quickly!" I thought.  

Robert stood there naked, and snapped pictures of me.  "Assume the position!"
he commanded.  I turned and faced the wall, arms spread holding me up, feet
spread and back from the wall.  Robert snapped away.  Robert kicked my legs
further apart, then knelt to take c lose up of my ass and balls from behind.
He even laid on the floor beneath my crotch, aiming the camera upward as he
snapped a picture.  I glanced down, and saw his cock once again standing
upright like a flagpole.

Robert got up, grinning, and proceeded to put on the leather underwear.  I
stood there, almost drooling, as he struck a seductive pose.  "Like what you
see?" he asked, teasingly.  "Yes," I managed to gasp out, as I quickly grabbed
the camera.  The jock could hardly contain my raging hardon.  Robert casually
walked over to pick up his wine glass.  "I kind of like these," he remarked.
"I feel kind of exposed, but at the same time covered.  What else do you have
for me to try on?

I told Robert to take off the underwear.  I took off the jock strap and put on
the underwear.  Robert took a couple of pictures, then told me to lie down in
front of the fireplace.  I laid there on my side, grinning at him.  He snapped
away, then set the camera down and asked, "Next?"

I handed Robert a chrome cock ring.  "What's this?" he asked.  "It's a cock
ring.  It keeps you harder longer.  It also makes your bulge look bigger, not
that you need much help.  Let me help put it on you."  I gently pulled
Robert's balls through the ring.  His cock was a harder to get through the
ring since it was, well, harder.  Finally I got it on and stood back.  Robert
adjusted it further, then spun it a couple of times 'round his cock and balls.
"Feels kind of funny," he remarked, "But it seems to work."  Seeing how hard
he was, I silently agreed.  

"There's more to this costume," I said.  I handed Robert a leather harness.
It was the kind with two rings in front and in back, almost like the outline
of a short vest.  He looked at it, then at me, questioningly.  I draped it
over him, then adjusted the straps in back.  I pulled the belly strap down,
and fastened it to the cock ring.  I moved behind Robert and pulled the back
strap down.  Reaching between his legs, I pulled that strap between his balls,
and fastened it to the bottom of the cock ring.  "Ta da!" I exclaimed.

Robert looked down at himself, then asked if I had a mirror handy.  I took him
into a bathroom, which had a full-length mirror on the back of the door.  As
he looked at himself, I fastened a couple of leather arm bands onto his upper
arms.  Robert struck different poses, checking himself out.  "What do you
think?" I asked.  "I'm not sure it's me," Robert replied.  "Let's see you in
it."

Robert and I went back into the family room, where I took a couple of pictures
of him before he took the harness off.  Momentarily he left the cock ring on.
I then stood and let him kneel and unfasten the leather bikini I was wearing.
Robert stood up and bent over to work the cock ring off himself.  

Grinning, and holding it like he had a prized trophy, he knelt again in front
of me .  I have big balls, and grunted at Robert made the mistake of trying to
pull them both through the cock ring at the same time.  "One at a time," I
suggested.  Robert worked one of my balls through the ring.  "Pull it down,
and out of the way," I told him.  Robert did, then worked the other ball
through the ring.  He pulled them both down, massaging them as he pulled.  He
then took the tip of my cock, and started feeding it through the ring, above
my balls.  When he worked my cock all the way through, he pulled on
everything, making sure nothing was binding, and no skin was caught.  What a
nice man!

Robert got up, then bent and picked up the harness he had taken off.  He
slipped it over my arms and onto my shoulders.  He fastened the front strap to
the cock ring, them gave it a small pull.  "I want to make sure it's on
securely," he said.  Robert then knelt, and stuck one hand between my legs,
reaching for the back strap.  Pulling it down, he fastened it to the cock
ring.  Robert took off the arm bands and fastened them around my biceps.  He
then stood back to admire his work.  "Cool! He exclaimed.  "It looks like it
was made for you!"  "It was," I replied.  "Now a couple of shots for my photo
album," Robert said, picking up the camera.

When Robert was done posing me, and taking pictures, he asked, "Any more, uh,
clothing, for me to try on?"  "One more," I said, handing him a treasured pair
of chaps.  "These should look good on you.  They're a little small on me,
since I've been doing lots of legwork at the gym"  Robert looked at them
curiously, then sat down on the couch to put them on.  "Some chaps have
zippers running up the inside," I commented.  "These don't, to make them
smoother.  Also, some chaps are looser; they're designed for you to wear pants
under them.  I've always thought that was silly, why wear two layers?  Also, I
think the feel of the leather against my skin is wonderful and really sensual.
Here, let me help you get those on."

Together we worked Robert's feet into the chaps, then slowly worked them up
his legs.  The oil from the massage helped them slide on.  Robert stood up,
and I pulled the chaps on the final couple of inches.  I pulled the two back
waist straps together and laced them up.  I moved around in front of Robert
and pulled those waist straps together and laced them.  Robert's denuded cock
and balls hung out, nicely framed in the triangle made by the waist strap and
leather clinging tightly to each leg.

"Well?"  I asked.  "What do you think?"  Robert walked into the bathroom to
check himself out in the mirror.  I followed, licking my lips at that tight
ass sticking out the back of the chaps.  I quickly grabbed the camera and took
a couple of rear shots.  Robert stood in front of the mirror admiring himself.
I would, too, if I looked that hot and sexy!  Robert ran his hands down both
legs in front.  He frowned as he felt his exposed rear, then found the leather
and ran his hands sensually down the backs of his legs.  I think he knew the
effect this was having on me--my cock was sticking straight out-- and he was
enjoying my discomfort.

I got a couple of shots of Robert from the front, then told him to lie down in
front of the fireplace.  I think he knew what was coming; his cock started
hardening.  I quickly snapped a few photos, head shots, body shots, side
shots, distance shots.  I then set down the camera and knelt next to him.  I
stared into his eyes, with a questioning look as I put my hand on his
shoulder.  Robert did not resist as I pushed him onto his back.

I moved closer, and leaned over Robert's chest.  I lightly flicked my tongue
over one of his tits.  He gasped.  I continued, noticing his cock hardening,
and his hips thrusting upward.  After a few moments, I moved to the other tit.
In the meantime, I ran my index finger gently over and around the first tit.
I moved my head slowly, running my tongue lightly over Robert's smooth, but
heaving chest, towards his pulsating organ.  Reaching his navel, I ran my
tongue into it, then around a couple of times.  Continuing downward, I reached
Robert's newly-shorn pubes.  I alternately ran my tongue and fingertips over
his smooth abdomen.  God, I love that feel and taste!

Finally reaching his cock, I took it gently in one hand and flicked the tip of
my tongue closer and closer to the tip, finally just barely brushing it again
and again.  I stopped after a few seconds; I could tell Robert was already
close to cumming.  I moved until I was kneeling between his feet.  I looked up
at this magnificent man who was in my control.  He looked back, smiling
smugly, then grinning, then panting as I ran my fingers up and down his
throbbing organ.  I bent over and took his smooth balls in my mouth.
Teaballing, as I've heard it called, is my favorite sexual activity.  I ran my
tongue over and around and sucked and kissed and lapped Robert's balls.  I
kept my hand on his cock, not daring to move it lest he explode before I was
ready.

I took Robert's balls from my mouth, and moved my tongue lower, licking and
lightly chewing at the soft folds of skin under his balls and towards his
smooth perineum.  I took care that when I breathed out, the warm air gently
caressed Robert's balls.  Moving my head back up, I ran it again over and
around his balls, then up the lower side of his cock.  I finally opened wide
and took Robert's cock deep into my throat.  I pulled my head back, until my
mouth was just resting around the head.  I ran my tongue around and around,
and across the slit and back to that most sensitive spot just under the head,
before sucking his cock back down until my nose was flush against Robert's
smooth belly.  Again and again I pulled back and ran my tongue over the tip
before pushing my mouth forward back onto his cock.  All the while I gently
held Robert's balls in my hand and pulled and toyed and played and massaged
them.

I felt Robert's balls pull in and his cock harden even more, if that was
possibly.  Robert suddenly thrust his hips upward, driving his cock deep into
my throat as he came and grunted and came and groaned and came and thrust and
came yet again.  Finally his hips relaxed back onto the carpet and the last of
his cum ran out of his cock.  Robert laid there gasping and shaking as I
licked the last bits of cum from his already softening cock.  

Finally, he seemed empty, and I sat back looking at him.  At last he stopped
gasping, and opened his eyes to looked at me.  He smiled, then reached out his
hands.  Taking me by the wrists, he pulled me forward onto him.  My face was
bare inches from his.  He looked into my eyes, then moved his hands to either
side of my head.  He pulled me forward, mouth open, and thrust his tongue deep
into my open mouth.  We kissed for nearly a minute, before I pulled my head
back to take a breath.

Taking me by the shoulders, he rolled us over, until he was lying on top of
me.  Again he kissed me deeply.  Then, resting on his arms, he moved slowly
down my body.  He seemed to be trying to imitate what I had done to him.
First his tongue gently touched my left tit.  He ran it over and around my
hardening tit.  My cock was hardening, too, between us.  With one hand he
played with the other tit, gently rubbing it, then tweaking it between his
thumb and index finger, then sliding his index finger back and forth across
it.  Robert just about drove me crazy when he turned his head and let his the
whiskers on his cheek tickle my left tit.  All the while his eyes were closed
and he had a sort of dreamy smile on his face.

After a couple of minutes Robert moved his head and ran his tongue over my
smooth chest.  He took his time as he traced out the definition of my pecs,
then down and across my lower chest, tracing out the lines marking ribs.
Robert seemed fascinated by my navel as he ran his tongue into it, then around
the inside, then across it, then back inside.  It seemed also like Robert was
hesitating before committing himself further.  I caressed his golden hair as
he decided what to do.  I murmured, "Don't do anything you don't want to."

That must have made up his mind for him, because he announced, "But I do want
to."  With that, Robert slid his body down a few inches, opened his mouth, and
took his first taste of a man's cock.  He must have like it, because he began
slurping at the tip.  Running his tongue down the underside, he reached my
smooth balls.  He ran his nose deep into the crevice formed at the base of my
cock, sniffing my scent.  

Robert took hold of my scrotum just above my balls, pulling them out from my
body.  He tentatively reached his tongue out and ran it over the surface of
one.  He opened his mouth wide and slowly sucked it in and ran his tongue over
and around it.  Robert then opened his mouth again and tried to suck in my
other ball.  My balls are quite large, even an experienced teaballer has
trouble getting them both in.  Robert pressed gently with his hand, and
finally forced the second ball into his mouth beside its partner.  It couldn't
have been comfortable for Robert; I felt considerable pressure from the tight
confines of his mouth.  I like ball work; my cock does too-- a drop of pre-cum
formed at its tip.

Robert must have liked was he saw.  He carefully let my balls out of his
mouth.  He grabbed the base of my cock, and pointed it toward his waiting
mouth as he bent his head forward.  A second first, as he got his first taste
of pre-cum.  Robert's tongue touched the slit where that had come from, and
gently coaxed out another drop.  The hand that held the base of my cock moved,
as he slowly started jerking me off.

Robert once again took my cock in his mouth and started trying to swallow me.
He got the first four inches in when he sudden pulled me out and started
gasping and coughing.  "Go easy," I exclaimed.  "It takes practice."  Robert
stopped coughing, then chowed down again.  This time he only sucked in a
couple of inches and started running his tongue around the head of my cock.
Predictably, I started writhing.  Robert played with my balls in the meantime,
massaging them, pulling them down and stretching my sac, all things I love.

"I'm getting close," I gasped.  Robert just started sucking harder, and
running his tongue over my head.  I thrust my hips upward, driving my cock
further into Robert's mouth as I erupted.  Robert did his best to keep up,
gamely trying to swallow it all, but my cum started running down his chin and
I thrust and spewed and spewed yet again.  Finally I was spent, and laid back.
Boy!  I haven't cum like that in quite a while.  Robert kept his mouth on my
cock as I laid back, still sucking and swallowing the last drops of cum.  At
last I was spent, and he was sated, and I laid there, trying to catch my
breath, and he took my cock from his mouth.  He grabbed a towel and wiped his
chin, then sat there grinning, like a kid who had just finished off a bag of
his favorite candy.  Hell, maybe cum now was his favorite candy!

Robert tweaked my cock and said, "That was fun!  Let's do it again!"  I looked
down Robert's body; his cock was hard.  I bent and reached for it, and gave it
a quick tug.  "You may be ready for it, but I need a little rest!" I replied.
"Well, then, what's next? Robert asked.  "What would you like to do?" I
inquired.  Robert stood up, and started spinning, and pirouetting.  "I feel
like dancing!" he said.  Robert sure looked hot turning and twisting, his
smooth chest accented by the black leather he was wearing, his cock and balls
bouncing flopping as he spun.

"Well," I said, standing up, "We could go out dancing."  Robert looked at me.
"It's only 11:00," I added, "That's the time things start happening at dance
bars."  It would be Robert's first exposure to a gay bar, so he thought for a
couple of minutes before asking, "What does one wear to a dance bar?"  I
replied, "You look hot in those leather pants.  You could wear them."  "I kind
of stick out, don't I?" Robert said with a grin, as he swung his cock
suggestively.  "I'll be showing off what you love best about me!  I reached
over and ran my fingers lightly over Robert's chest, and replied, "No, this is
best part."  I tweaked his tits, which made his cock spring back to life.  I
reached down and started playing with it.  "We'd have to do something about
this, I guess.  Come back to my bedroom."

Robert followed me back to my den of inequity, where I hoped he'd be spending
the night, or early morning, I should say, after we came back from dancing.  I
pulled some stuff out of my closet for Robert and me to wear.  For Robert I
had a pair of leather shorts, really soft and not too tight, to wear under the
leather chaps.  The tight white shirt he had worn over would make a nice
contrast to the black leather pants and the black leather dress vest I thought
might fit him.  "No underwear?" Robert asked.  "You don't need any."  I
replied.  "The leather's soft and it feels great having your cock and balls
swing around freely when you dance.  And it's easier for me to feel them when
we dance!"

Robert sat down on the edge of my bed, and I helped him out of the chaps.  I
then couldn't help but spend a couple of minutes sucking on his smooth cock
and balls. Robert pulled on the shorts.  I then suggested he put on socks
before the chaps, so he went back to the family room for his discarded
clothing and mine.  In the meantime, I put on a basket-enhancing pair of
bikini underwear (some stuff from the International Male catalog does work as
advertised!) and a pair of skin-tight white jeans.  I put on a shiny, dark-
purple silk shirt and tied a white cravat around my neck.  

Robert came back, wearing socks and shirt, and I helped him into the chaps. I
told him, "Those white sneakers have to go."  Try these," and handed him a
pair of black dress boots.  They were a little large, bit fit nicely over the
chaps.  I put on another pair of boots.  He tried on a couple of my vests,
until he found one which draped just right, showing off his chest in his
cling-y shirt.

We walked back into the family room.  "Just a minute," I said, and got out a
small tripod.  I set it up on the bar, facing the fireplace, and quickly
screwed my camera into it.  I stood Robert up against the fireplace, and posed
him.  I snapped off a couple of picture of him standing there, looking so hot
and ready to trot.  He then insisted on taking a couple of pictures of me.  I
then posed Robert in partial profile, set the timer, pressed the shutter
release, and hurried back to stand next to him, one arm 'round his waist,
grinning into the camera as it took our picture.  I took Robert by the waist,
turned him to face me, and gave him a deep kiss.  After thirty seconds or so,
we had run out of air.  I took Robert by the hand, and he followed me out the
door for a night on the town.