Date: Sat, 6 Dec 1997 01:10:38 EST
From: EBayBarber <EBayBarber@aol.com>
Subject: Sean gets shorn

Sean Gets Shorn
Copyright 1997

The following is a totally fictional story.  I do live near a gay center, and
have gotten responses to previous story postings.  Unfortunately, I have never
shaved, nor made it, with a guy named "Sean."

A couple of days after I posted my first shaving story on the Web, I got an
email from a guy named Sean, telling me how much he liked my shaving story.  I
checked his profile on AOL.  His name was, indeed, Sean, one of the sexiest
names, I think.  Based on his city, he lived not more than 25 miles from me.
I read on:  "20 years old, 5' 10", 150 pounds, 38" chest, 28" waist, dusty
brown hair, lanky swimmer's build.  Interested in fun times with the right
guy."  What could be bad?

I added Sean to my AOL buddy list, so I could find out if he was ever logged
on while I was.  Sure enough, about a week later I was notified that my
"buddy" was online.  I sent Sean an IM:  "Glad you liked my story about Greg.
Have you ever been shaved?"  I heard nothing from Sean for a couple of
minutes; he was probably checking my own profile on AOL and trying to decide
whether or not to respond.  Finally he did, "No, I've never been shaved.  But
I've fantasized about it."

I sent back, "How would you like to make your shaving fantasies come true?
Tell me what they are."  Sean replied, more quickly this time, "What are my
choices?"  I replied, "I could shave everything, or just the things you
wanted.  It could be in a scene, like a bondage fantasy, or kidnapping
fantasy, or just a pleasant evening of massage and shaving and relaxing in the
hot tub."

This time Sean took a couple of minutes to reply, "I don't know exactly what I
want.  And how do I know I can trust you?"  I thought about this, then
answered, "Do you ever go to the local gay center?"  "Yes," Sean wrote, "I
sometimes go to the young people's gatherings, and occasionally to support
group meetings."  "Do you know anyone who works there?" I asked, "I used to
work there and could get someone to vouch for me."  

Sean replied with a couple of names, including Dave, a volunteer who worked on
Saturday when one of the young people's gatherings met.  By coincidence, Dave
was an ex-boyfriend of mine.  We had parted on good terms, and I knew I could
count on Dave to say good things about me.  Dave still thought I gave the best
shaves around, and sometimes stopped over for a trim.

I sent back a message, "I've thought of a way.  I've also thought of a good
fantasy for you, a mystery.  But first, what do you want shaved?  Your cock
and balls?"  "Okay," was the reply.  "Your ass?"  "Sure," Sean emailed back.
"Your pubes?"  I asked.  A short hesitation before, "I guess so."  "Your
chest?"  I asked.  "I don't have much hair there," was Sean's reply.  "Then it
won't take me very long!"  I sent back, adding, "How about your back?"  "Not
much to do there, either."  "Your arms and legs?" I inquired.  Sean thought
for a bit before replying, "I don't think so."  "Fine," I sent back.  Then I
sent another message, "Go to the young people's group this Saturday afternoon.
Talk to Dave, the center volunteer, and he'll vouch for me.  And he'll give
you something.  And don't make any plans for the rest of the afternoon.  See
you on Saturday."  With that I logged off of AOL.

Saturday morning I got to the center early, long before Sean 's noon meeting.
I stopped into the office and talked to Dave.  I gave Dave a map to my house
to give to Sean.  When I described the scene I had in mind, Dave whistled.
His only comment was, "I want Sean's underwear as my payment"-- Dave had quite
a large underwear collection, and I was always happy to add to it when I took
a pair off of a cute guy.  I then drove home to set things up.  

I could only imagine what was going on at the center.  Sean's meeting would be
over at 2:00.  He'd go find Dave, who would give him the map.  If Sean asked
Dave about me, Dave would tell him anything he asked, except for a physical
description of me.  That part I wanted to be a mystery.  Dave would then tell
Sean that he'd better hurry, since I'd only be waiting until 3:00.  Actually
that was a lie; for a chance to shave someone as cute as Sean I'd wait a long
time!  And Sean didn't have to hurry much; I lived less than 20 minutes from
the center.

I peaked out of a window and Sean drive up to my house and get out of the car.
He was every bit as cute as I'd imagined.  He sort of hesitated after he'd
locked his car, shrugged his shoulders and sort of marched toward my front
door.  I heard the screen door open, and when Sean didn't knock, I knew he'd
found my note.  It said, "Go around the side of the house, and through the
gate.  Look for the next note."

There's a seven-foot high solid wooden wall around the sides and back of my
property.  I heard the gate open (I have to oil it, it squeaks!)  If Sean was
following instructions, he'd find the next note on a table on the side porch.
A paper bag was next to the table.  "Close the gate and lock it," the note
said.  I heard the gate close.  I didn't hear Sean put the padlock in the
hasp.  If Sean had looked closely, he'd have noticed that the hasp was hardly
held into the wood of the gate, one strong tug and it would tear right out.
But I wanted Sean to feel psychologically like he was locked in.

The note continued, "Take off your clothes and put them in the bag.  All of
your clothes.  Then open the other note."  I had a security camera mounted on
the side of the house.  It did not have good enough resolution to make out the
fine details of Sean's lithe body, but I could see that I'd be having a good
time ahead.  Sean sat down and took off one shoe and put it in the bag.  His
other shoe and socks quickly followed.  Sean stood up and took off his shirt
and put it on top of the shoes.  He hesitated a moment or two, before saying
"What the hell," or at least that's what it looked like he said, and
unbuttoned his jeans.  He slid them down his legs, rolled them up, and piled
them into the bag.  He stood there a moment in bright blue bikini underwear.
"Dave will surely like those,: I thought.  Sean took off his underwear and
stuck it in the bag.  It was a warm afternoon, but Sean was shivering slightly
none-the-less.

Sean stood there a moment, naked, then looked around and found the other note.
"Open the door in front of you, and put the bag in it.  Then wait five
minutes, and go behind the house."  Sean picked up his bag of clothes and
walked over to the door.  Through the security camera I could see Sean
hesitating, making up his mind what to do.  I saw and heard the side door to
the house open and, after a few seconds, shut again.  I did not bother to lock
the side door; the object was to make Sean think that things were not in his
control, but not to frighten him out of his wits.

After a few minutes, nearly three than five, I saw Sean walk towards the back
of the house.  From that point I could watch him through a crack in the
bedroom curtains.  I saw him spot the note and the small paper bag near the
hot tub.  He opened the bag, as the note directed, and took out two objects.
He looked at them curiously, then gingerly climbed into the hot tub.  I had
the air jets going, so he would not be able to hear me when I approached.

Sean set one of the objects in his hand on the edge of the hot tub.  The other
object was a pair of vinyl wrist cuffs, separated by a foot or so of fine, but
strong, chain.  The note had said for Sean to fasten the cuffs on in front on
him.  Again I only wanted the illusion of bondage.  The fantasy was in what
could have been, not what really was.  I saw Sean pick up the other object,
and put it on over his head and onto his face.  Sean's eyes were now covered
by thick eye pieces, lined with soft fleece.  Between the spa's jets and the
mask, Sean could neither hear nor see me as I approached the hot tub.

I stood behind Sean for a few moments, appreciating his body.  I then stepped
forward, and carefully wrapped a short length of Ace bandage around his head,
securing the mask more carefully.  I did not want Sean to be trapped; I only
wanted to ensure that the mask would not slip.  Also, the bandage was light
enough that Sean could hear everything, not that I was planning to say
anything.  I clipped the bandage in place, then turned off the jets.  Finally
I took him by the arm, and slowly pulled, indicating that I wanted him to come
out of the hot tub and to follow me.

Sean climbed out carefully; I held him lightly to make sure he did not fall.
I stood away from him as I towelled him down, I did not want him to get a
sense of how tall I was or how big I was.  I wrapped a thick terrycloth robe
around Sean, to absorb whatever moisture I had missed.  I guided him into the
house, and into the bedroom.  I had turned the stereo on, with nice,
indeterminate music playing just loud enough to set a relaxing mood.

I led Sean to the foot of the bed, and took off the robe and hung it up.  I
turned Sean so he was facing the bed, then pressed him forward so he could
climb onto the bed face down.  I helped him slide up so his head was on the
pillow.  I then took his hands, and carefully placed them beneath the pillow
under his head.

I took a leather leg cuff and fastened it around one of Sean's ankles.  I had
attached a piece of rope to the cuff, and a five-pound weight to the other end
of the rope.  I fastened a similar cuff to Sean's other ankle.  I then spread
Sean's legs apart, so that the weights dangled over the sides of the bed. Sean
could easily have pulled his legs together.  Again, I only wanted the illusion
of bondage.  

I then took off the robe I was wearing, joining Sean in his nakedness.  I
picked up a razor, and slowly started shaving Sean's back.  I prefer dry
shaving, so I can see-- and admire-- what I'm doing.  I had a bowl of warm
water nearby, so I could rinse off the razor as I went.  Sean did not have a
lot of hair on his back, so I was quickly done.  I continued downward, toward
Sean's ass, and carefully started shaving the hairs at the top of his crack.
I felt Sean squirming beneath me, so I stopped for a moment.  After Sean
stopped moving, I started shaving again.  I gently pried his lips apart, and
shaved the crack completely.  I could feel Sean getting hard.  

I continued until Sean's asshole and cheeks were smooth.  I then took some
baby oil, rubbed it between my palms to warm it up, and slowly massaged it
into Sean's back and ass.  He squirmed again as I reached his asshole.  I
carefully rubbed the oil around it, massaging the oil into Sean's skin.  I
made no attempt to penetrate him.

I carefully turned Sean onto his back.  I spread his legs again, and adjusted
the ropes and weights so that his legs would once again be pulled apart
slightly.  I took hold of his arms, which were resting on his chest, and
pulled them above and behind his neck.  I stood at the foot of the bed looking
at Sean.  My cock was hard and dripping.  After a moment I picked up a razor.

I knelt on the bed next to Sean's torso, and ran the razor down Sean's chest
several times.  I carefully missed his tits, although I could see them getting
hard as Sean arched his chest in anticipation.  Finally I moved the razor
closer, and carefully shave the few hairs around each nipple.  I then pushed
Sean gently back against the bed.  I rinsed the razor, then slowly worked the
razor down the trail of hair which stretched in a line toward his pulsating
organ.  I continued shaving downward through the thatch above Sean's cock, and
along the top of his cock towards the very tip.  With a slight flourish I
pulled the razor away, and rinsed it off.

I ran the razor down Sean's lower chest again, in a path parallel to my first
swipe.  I continued this, alternating sides, and soon Sean's belly and pubes
were smooth.  The drop of pre-cum at the tip of Sean's cock gave proof that he
was enjoying what I was doing.  The drop grew as I held Sean's cock and
delicately scraped off the few hairs which grew along the bottom third.  The
top two-thirds were, surprisingly, completely smooth.

I took Sean's balls in one hand, and held the skin taut as I shaved first one,
then the other of his delicate orbs.  I pulled them down slightly, stretching
the skin above them, and carefully shave it.  I then pulled his balls upward,
to get the area beneath and behind them.  I leaned forward, to examine my work
and to breath in the delicious scent.  I touched up a couple of spots which I
had missed.

As I was working on Sean's balls, Sean was squirming and breathing heavily.  I
knew he would cum without much work.  Rather than sucking on Sean's cock,
however, I decided to get him off by working on his balls.  I pulled Sean's
balls slightly away from his throbbing member, and moved my face towards them.
Holding my lips a small bit away, I slowly breathed warm air onto them.  Again
and again I breathed warm air over and around Sean's balls.  The pre-cum
continued flowing.

I took both balls into my mouth, and ran my tongue over each one, then down
between them, separating them into my cheeks.  I worked my tongue over them,
on them, under them.  Sean writhed, and started moaning.  I pulled away,
stretching Sean's sack yet further.  I put one finger between Sean's crack,
and slowly ran it up and down.  I could feel Sean's lips spreading, in
anticipation, but I did not penetrate.  I continued working my finger around,
and over, teasing, tickling, tantalizing.  My tongue was working up a storm on
the balls I was holding in my mouth.

Sean lurched upward, his hips raised well off the bed, and his cock spewed
forth its first gob of cum.  Three more followed, arching as far as the middle
of his chest.  I continue working my finger round his asshole and my tongue on
his balls, coaxing the last drops out of Sean's tool.  Finally he laid back on
the bed, gasping, spent.  My finger left his ass, and I slowly opened my mouth
and released his balls.

As Sean lay there, catching his breath, I got a washcloth from the bathroom,
wet it with warm water, and carefully and lovingly wiped the cum from Sean's
chest.  I continued downward, carefully cleaning Sean's cock and balls, and
downward still, cleaning Sean's ass.  Sean's breathing was finally slowing
back to normal.  I stood there, waiting, admiring my work-- and him.

After a few minutes I placed my arm beneath Sean's shoulders, and slowly
helped him to sit up, then stand up.  I led him through the house and outside,
back to the hot tub.  Carefully I helped him to climb in.  Once he was
settled, I turned on the jets, and carefully unwrapped the Ace bandage from
around Sean's head, making sure not to dislodge the mask over his eyes.

I knew I had a few minutes, if Sean had read the last lines of the note before
his "ordeal," and followed them now.  I quickly moved around the side of the
house, and got out the bag with Sean's clothes.  I spread them out neatly on
the table, then put Sean's underwear back in the bag.  Those-- plus the story
of Sean's escapades-- would be Dave's payment for helping to set things up.  I
unlocked the padlock on the gate, and took it inside with me.  "Did it exist?
Was I really locked in?" I was hoping Sean would wonder.

From inside the bedroom I peaked out through a crack in the curtains and
watched as Sean took off his eye covering and set it down on the nearby table.
He blinked at the sudden brightness.  After a moment or two, he unfastened the
wrist cuffs, and set them down.  After he climbed out of the hot tub, he took
the mask and cuffs, and carefully placed them bag in the bag still sitting on
the table.  What a neat boy he was!

Sean stood there looking at himself.  He ran his hand down his smooth and wet
chest.  He ran his hand over his smooth crotch and along his cock, which
started hardening a little.  Sean examined his balls and even ran his hand
down and around and over his smooth ass cheeks.  Lucky hands!

Apparently satisfied with my work, Sean walked around the house, and now I
could see him somewhat through the security camera.  He dried himself off with
the towel I had thoughtfully left for him.  He saw his clothes, and looked for
his underwear.  After a few seconds he stood up, gave a sort of smile, then
picked up his jeans and put them on.

Sean finished getting dressed, then carefully folded up the empty paper bag
and left it on the table.  He looked at the gate, and looked a little
surprised that he wasn't locked in.  Sean went through the gate, again closing
it carefully behind him, and walked down the driveway towards his car.

I quickly moved to the front of the house and watched Sean through a crack in
the living room curtains.  Sean opened his car door, then stood there a
moment, looking back towards the house.  I knew he couldn't see me, but he
looked towards the window where I was hiding, as if he knew I was there.  He
smiled, and gave a wave, then got into his car.

I hoped that as Sean drove away he would be wondering what his mystery shaver
looked like.  I also hoped Sean had enjoyed his shave as much as I had.  Maybe
I'll hear from him again- he has my email address.  And if not, I still have
another shaving story to post on the 'net.  And just maybe, if I'm lucky,
someone else will email me how much he liked the story, and I'll be able to
set up a shaving scene with my new admirer!