Date: Sun, 8 Jul 2001 07:56:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ed Rock <storywriter44@yahoo.com>
Subject: 'Vacuum Cleaner Boy' (M/M, oral, shave)

			    Vacuum Cleaner Boy

     If there was blame to be assigned to my predicament, it was mine.
I just couldn't keep my eyes off his crotch when he answered the door
wearing only an open terrycloth bathrobe and briefs.  I was cold-selling
vacuum cleaners door-to-door, a job that I hated.   It was a Friday
afternoon and I hadn't made a sale all week.   I plunged into my sales
script, deviating only on the point that I should maintain eye contact
with the customer.   My eyes traversed from his hairy chest down to the
cotton basket stuffed with a huge cock and pair of balls.   There was
little left to my imagination, the outline of his manmeat was bent to
one side with the flared head visible through the thin material.  During
the course of my sales pitch, he reached down and adjusted his cock.
His pouch ballooned outward and the pressure must have been uncomfortable
for him.   I was at the part where I asked if I could come inside and
give him a demonstration.   To my surprise, he said yes.   This always
seems to be the biggest hurdle and usually where the potential customer
closes the door and sends me packing.

     I was able to complete the demo without screwing up too badly.  It
was difficult because I just couldn't keep myself from looking at his
full basket every chance I got.   Normally I fear discovery so much that
I'm very discreet, especially around guys this big and strong.

     The main selling point of this vacuum cleaner is the better suction
power over other brands.  I wanted his permission to spread some dirt on
his carpet but he said no.   He asked how good was it at cleaning up hair.
It was an odd question, one that had never been asked of me before.   I
said that I'm sure that this vacuum cleaner would do a good job on both
dirt and hair.   He said that I would have to prove it to him.

     "I'm on to you boy!  You're one of those fairy princesses ... a
cock watcher... You like what I've got between my legs... dontcha?
ANSWER ME, BOY!"

     The abrupt change in him caught me offguard but I managed to
sputter;  "no... i'm not... i... i... have a girlfriend..."

     "So, you're calling me a LIAR, is that it?"

     "no... no... you're just mistaken about me... is all."

     He stood, grabbed me under the arms, and lifted me up on his dining
room table.   I'm a little guy, 5 foot six and weigh 110 pounds so it was
easy for him to hoist me.   I was startled by this and tried to get back
down to the floor but he gruffly ordered me to stay there.  He undid the
belt and top button to my pants, then closed his beefy hands around my
hips.   I was shocked and felt so helpless when he pulled down my pants,
then proceeded to strip me completely naked.   He didn't ask permission,
powerful men like him just take what they want.

     It was difficult for me to comprehend what had just happened.  One
minute I was sitting in a chair fully clothed, the next minute I was
standing on a table, stripped naked.   I moved my hands to cover my
exposed genitals but he pushed them aside.  I'm little down there and was
afraid that he might laugh at me.  My whole body started to shake and I
would have fallen had he not steadied me by holding my hips firmly in his
powerful grasp.

     "What's your name son", he asked.

     "T... T... Timothy", i managed to croak in response.

     "Timothy WHAT!!, he said in an angry tone.

     Instinctively, I answered, "Timothy Bennett... Sir!".

     The *Sir* that I added at the end made him smile.  He had seized
control over me.   I was his now, we both knew that.

     OK Timmy, if I'm going to buy your vacuum cleaner, you'll need to
prove that it has enough suction to pick up hair.   First though, we'll
need some to put it to the test.   He left the room momentarily and
returned with a pair of scissors, comb, straight razor, can of shaving
cream, towel and electric razor.

     "It's your choice Timmy... the hair that we need for the test has to
come from somewhere.... your head or your pubes?"

     I was shocked at what he intended to do.

     "This has gone too far", I said.  "Let me get dressed and leave.
Please Sir... I won't say anything... i just want to go."

     "Forget that... you're not leaving until you prove that your vacuum
cleaner can do the job you promised.   Now, you either make your choice or
I'll have to make it for you.   Stop wasting my time!  If I decide, the
hair will be from both places... I'll remove every hair you have on your
body... UNDERSTAND!!"

     Ever since highschool, my shoulder-length blonde hair was kept in a
ponytail.   I surely didn't want him to cut that off, so I reluctantly
made a choice.

     "my pubes... sir... take it from my pubes."

     The first thing he did was start combing my bush.   My cock is small
but I have a fairly thick pubic bush... or did... before he went to work
with the scissors.   I stood watching as he clipped it with the expertise
of a barber.   At first I thought he was just going to give my bush a
trim but he kept cutting layer after layer until it was down to a stubble.

     "Fairy princesses like you shouldn't have body hair... it's just not
natural."

     The initial whir of the electric razor startled me.  He planted his
left hand on my asscheeks and arched my hips toward it.

     "Hold that position, sweetheart!"

     I strained to keep my hips forward so he could finish denuding me.
He lifted my tiny balls, rolled them in the palm of his left hand and
buzz cut them also.    I didn't have much in the way of leg hair but
he ran the razor up and down from my ankles to my hips.   He told me
to turn around and grab my ankles.   Starting at the back of my ankles,
he went straight up to my asscheeks.  In my bent-over position, my ass
was right in front of his face.   I heard the release of shaving cream
onto his hand and felt his fingers working it on my butt cheeks, then
massaging it around and into my asscrack.   I stayed very still as the
straight razor scraped my tender flesh.  Deftly, he spread my cheeks,
nipping away the hair surrounding my quivering ass pucker.  A few swipes
with the towel and he was finished.. or so I thought.

     He swooped me into his arms and sat me down on the table with my
feet dangling over the edge.   I heard the electric razor start up again.
From the top of my denuded cock, he ran it straight up and swirled it all
over my chest.  What little bit of hair I had there was not perceptible
to the eye but he chose to buzz around it anyway.

     "Show me your armpits, cuntboy!"

     I raised my arms.  Within moments, all my underarm hair was sheared
away.

     Sir left me there on the table with my head bowed and feet dangling.
He walked across the room, removed his robe and stripped off his briefs.
My god!  In all my 25 years, I've never seen a larger cock and thicker
pair of balls.   My heart raced.   I didn't know what he planned next.
I was both terrified and strangely excited by the prospects.   His cock
was pointed at me like a gun.

    "There is a dust pan and brush in the closet over there.  Get it and
gather up your hair from the table."

    He sat down in the chair and watched as I brushed the trimmings from
the dining room table into the plastic pan.

    "Come here to me, sweetie", he ordered.

    I tentatively walked toward him and he pointed to the space between
his legs.

    "Dump it on the carpet right here and then clean it up with your
vacuum."

    All the hair was sucked up and he acknowledged that it performed just
as I said it would.   He said that he would buy it and to put it in the
closet along with the dustpan and brush.   When I closed the door, I
heard him say: "Crawl on your belly over here to me."

    When I finally reached him, my cocklet was hard from rubbing against
the carpet.   He lifted me to my feet between his splayed, hairy legs.
Reaching behind my head, he removed the silver ring from my ponytail.
Then he fluffed my hair until it covered my ears and draped across my thin
shoulders.

    "Now, you look more like a princess", he said.

    There was an a tube of K-Y jelly sitting on the small table next to
his chair.   He squeezed some in the palm of his hand and rubbed it all
over my tiny balls.   He squeezed more on my silver ponytail ring and
began forcing my balls through it.  I almost passed out from the pain but
he managed to fit them through it.  When he finished, he cupped my cock
and balls in his left hand and put his right hand behind my head.  He
drew me forward, kissed my lips and gently said: "With this ring, I thee
wed."

    "Now, get on your knees and worship my manhood."

    He was tender and rough at the same time.  My head was spinning, this
was just like my dreams.  I dropped down and lifted his weighty orbs,
sucking the left one into my eager mouth.  My tongue swirled around it,
laving it clean.  This was my first time with a man.  I needed to pleasure
him, make him proud of me... make him want to keep me.   My nose was buried
along side of his hard cock, deep in his thick pubic hairs.  I breathed the
heady aroma of his manhood... tasted his alpha maleness.  I was born for
this moment, born to worship and serve my new husband, my prince.

the end.

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