Date: Mon, 29 Feb 2016 02:43:25 -0800
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@earthlink.net>
Subject: First Shave II

First Shave II:
Men at Home
by Jon Hold
Copyright © 2016
jonhold@earthlink.net



Alice took off that Saturday morning on her annual visit to her mothers,
leaving Kris and I to bach it. I love my darling wife to pieces, but her
constant stream of reminders had me ready to strangle her by the time she
finally pulled out of the driveway just after dawn. Her parting instruction
as to get Kris out of his swim trunks before he did himself an injury. Kris
and I waived until she was out of sight, and then we both sighed in
relief. I looked at Kris in the bright orange, purple and green flowered
diving suit he'd finally decided on and realized that my wife had been
right. Kris had been wearing one or the other of his new speedo's for three
days now. I just grinned and followed the lithe, very nearly naked form
scampering out of the morning cold ahead of me. Once in the warm house I
decided to get cleaned up before starting breakfast. Alice had given me a
somewhat messy send-off this morning to help keep the hornies away while
she was gone.

I was just stepping out of the shower when Kris knocked on the open
door. "Come on in, Son."

"You gonna make breakfast, or should I get some cold cereal?"

"Pancakes and eggs after I shave and brush my teeth. Why don't you grab a
shower..."

Totally unself-consciously, Kris pushed down his speedos and kicked them
over against the wall. I called him back over to me before he could get
into the shower. He had red marks around his waist and both legs. I ran my
fingers over the red marks and they were indented. "Damn, Kris. Your mom is
right. You need to quit wearing those speedos so much before you do
yourself a real injury."

Headed sulkily for the shower, Kris complained, "Aw, Dad, It's too hot to
wear a bunch of clothes."

"No, 'Aw, Dad!' Enough is enough!" I punctuated that with a solid swat to
the nearest boy bum. "If you don't want to wear a bunch of clothes, go
naked. It's just you and me this weekend anyway."

Laughing, Kris jumped in the shower and started happily dancing around as
he soaped up.

Brushing my teeth, I thought about how lucky I was. A loving wife, a
beautiful private home, a son. My heart swelled with loving pride as I
listened to the happy sounds coming from the shower and thought about the
wonderful human being who was my son. The light of my life, joy of joys,
pride of my soul. Working at home I'd managed to spend more time with Kris
than most parents ever got with their kids. He learned to read the letters
and find them on the keyboard of my computer sitting on my lap while he was
still in diapers. He would occupy himself quietly for hours while I was
working. Yet he was instantly ready if I wanted to take a break and play
around. Likewise, I was almost always willing to take a break down on the
floor playing a game according to HIS rules. I was a lucky, lucky man.

Kris got out of the shower and put his towel across his shoulders. Then he
came over, still dripping wet, put the cover down and sat on the commode,
watching me shave. He used to do that a lot when he was smaller, but
started giving me more privacy as he matured and felt the need for more
privacy himself. I smiled at the pert eyes watching me and settled back
into the warm enjoyment of my life as I used my fathers straight razor to
depilate myself.

"Dad?" Kris said in that tone of voice that let me know he'd just opened
the agenda for one of our serious father-son discussions. I could only
guess at what he had in mind, the cost of model cars, the sexual habits of
the areas dogs (Kris had already adopted three stray dogs and a barn full
of cats), this could be good! Kris put his hand on his chin and went on,
"When do you think I'm going to need to learn how to shave?"

I smiled, and thought to myself, 'My little boy is growing up ---- and
there's nothing I can do to stop it. "Well, Let's see..." I said out
loud. Rubbing Kris' cheek didn't tell me much so I had him stand up on the
toilet cover where I could see him better. All I could see and feel on his
face was a covering of soft blonde down. Alice and I had been worried about
Kris' slow maturation, but the doctor assured us that he was perfectly
healthy, just slow to mature. Alice's brothers had all been slow to mature
as well so we just accepted Kris' extra time in childhood as a blessing. I
knew that all of Kris' age mates were sexually mature while he was just
barely entering puberty, but he kept a pretty good attitude about the whole
thing and was quite popular with the girls as well as his buddies.

I ran my hand down Kris' belly and into his tender new pubic patch, pulling
the soft hairs through my fingertips. "Well... I don't see much on your
face yet, but this tells me that shaving can't be far away." I thought for
a minute, still running my fingers through my son's pubes. "Tell ya
what..." I said, and walked over to the linen closet. Stepping up on the
short stepping stool we kept in the bathroom I reached all the way to the
back of the top shelf and pulled out a paper-wrapped package. Stepping back
over to my son I handed him the package and said, "Here. I bought this for
you the night you were born."

Kris gave me an odd look and then succumbed. He was constitutionally unable
to resist a surprise, much less one hidden behind a paper wrapper. Even as
he looked questioningly at me his fingers were twitching, trying to find an
entrance through the paper. With a grin, he gave up and tore into the
package. "Oh! Wow!" Clutching his presents, he jumped to my chest, wrapping
his arms and legs around me and gave me a big lip-smacking kiss. "Thanks,
Dad. I love you."

I laughed and hugged my boy to me. I hadn't held his naked body against my
own nakedness since I carried him into the shower to bathe him when he was
a little-bitty. Holding him felt wonderful and I just hugged him for a
while before kicking the short step-stool over in front of the sink and set
my boy down on it so he could easily see into the mirror. He spread his
loot out on the back of the sink, checking out each piece as he laid it
down. Cup, soap and brush. New straight razor and safety guard. Leather
strop. Safety razor and two packs of premium blades. Styptic pencil and the
extra-huge box of band-aides. My boy was set for go! Touching everything
with his fingertips until they were perfectly aligned, Kris couldn't keep
from laughing. "I'll bet you bought me a football the same night!"

"Did not!" I said huffily, as if insulted. "Why would I do anything so
foolish?" After a brief pause, "I bought you a baseball, bat and glove as
any decent father would!"

Pealing laughter, Kris climbed back up into my arms and tucked his head
into the side of my neck. "I love you, Daddy."

Having trouble in the tear-control department, I hugged my son and an
patted his firm butt. "I love you too, Son. Bunches and bunches and
bunches."

We just stood in the bathroom like that for a while, hugging each other and
loving the feeling of being close. Kris reached up and touched my face,
rubbing to feel the remains of my beard.

"Oh, yeah, Dad! That reminds me. Mr. Laughlin (the swimming coach) said
that we should shave off our body hair for less water resistance."

I stood Kris back up on the commode cover and looked him up and down. Other
than a couple of hairs under each arm and the tiny patch above his
equipment, all the body hair he had consisted of a smattering of baby
fuzz. "All of it?" I asked, looking right at his little pubic patch. "You
sure?"

Looking down at his few, newly acquired hairs, Kris got a real thoughtful
look on his face. Looking back at me, he said, "I don't know. I'll check."

With that he hopped down and ran out of the bathroom, his naked butt
clenching and twisting as he ran and turned. Beautiful. A few seconds later
I heard him on the phone. He walked thoughtfully back into the bathroom and
held onto my arm as he crawled back up on the toilet seat lid. "I called
Bobby." He explained. "He said that his older brother shaved all his off
when he was on the swim team and that he and Scott and John were going to
shave all theirs off and that I should too if I wanna be like the rest of
the team." Then he grinned. "Bobby said that when swimming season is over
it'll grow back twice as thick."

I shrugged my best "however you want it" shrug and said, OK, let's get it
on then."

Kris got down and moved the stepstool over so he could watch in the mirror
as I lathered up his face and carefully gave him his first shave. I took
the opportunity to trim up his hairline at the same time. Kris adjusted the
mirror mounted to the bathroom door so he could watch me do the rest of
him. Shaving Kris' arms was no problem, but shaving under his arms caused
MAJOR fits of giggling. I was laughing as hard as Kris and thinking that
nothing could be better than to be sharing my life with my son this way. I
carefully shaved the peachfuzz off of Kris' bony back. All on his own he
bent over and rested on the sink to give me better access to his tight
little ass.

Kris patiently waited while I tried to get my breathing under
control. Sweat poured off my forehead, my hands trembled, my cock was so
hard it ached as it leaked continuous streamers of precum onto the tile
floor. All I could do was stand there shaking, staring at my own sons
narrow ass. I couldn't remember ever having seen anything so riveting, or
the last time I'd been this horny.

Then, suddenly, I did remember. I remembered back to when me and my buddies
would get together and explore our newly developing sexuality. About how
insanely horny we'd get testing and showing off for each other. Dale
especially. Whenever he and I would manage to get off alone whatever
inhibitions either of use had ever had just simply disappeared. Dale had a
big, heavy dick that just fascinated me, just about as much as my length
fascinated him. Our rubbing and tugging at each other led to rubbing up
against each other and that quickly led to us fucking each other up the ass
at every opportunity. A chance comment by one of the other guys led us to
try blowing each other. I got to the point where I could deep-throat Dale
and drive him absolutely nuts, but, try as he could, Dale could never quite
manage to deep-throat my length. He made up for it though by having the
hottest ass I've ever fucked.

And now I was staring at my son's perfect ass. Apparently my dick had total
recall. I sent a mental command Down South to forget it, but was ignored. I
put down the straight razor and picked up the soap cup. Making a good
lather I started painting my son's butt. Kris sighed in pleasure, and then
started giggling when the boar-bristle brush spread the slick lather down
his crack. I teased Kris with the brush and soon had him in full laughter,
and fully boned up as he was pushing his butt back at me and teasing me to
run the bristles around and around the tiny rosebud that was the center of
his pleasure.

I finally put soap and brush down and got on my knees to shave my sons
ass. It wasn't like there was any actual hair. Just a soft, fine dusting of
glinting baby fuzz. But I gave Kris' butt my total attention and most
carefully removed even the slightest trace of anything not smooth, tight
butt skin. Kris moaned in pleasure and relaxed even more when I parted his
buttcheeks and started shaving down the crevice. He jiggled a little bit as
he spread his feet further apart, opening his buttcrack to me.

"Hold still, Son. I wouldn't want to cut your butthole out."

Kris giggled and said, "That feels good, Daddy." And then he held real
still for me.

With infinite care, the blade of my fathers straight-razor removed every
tiny hair, real or imagined, from around my son's anal pucker. Trying to
shave right at the ring was difficult and while trying to hold the skin in
position. My finger slipped and my fingertip slid just inside of Kris'
little hole. He just moaned and relaxed his sphincter, letting my fingertip
in even deeper. I was freaked a little, but being able to push up on the
skin made shaving a lot easier and I suddenly remembered how much I'd liked
it when Dale and some of my other buddies would fingerfuck my young
butt. Kris certainly wasn't objecting, and definitely seemed to be enjoying
the way I was taking care of him. I just shrugged and went about my
business just as if it was something we did every day.

Concentrating on what I was doing like I was I'd just sort of naturally
gotten closer and closer to my work. Having my nose right up in my son's
asscrack brought me the smell of teenaged butt deep up my nose. And that
brought the memory of the hours Dale and I used to spend rimming each
other. Once we'd discovered rimming it was like neither of us could get
enough of it. All the oral satisfaction of sucking cock, most of the
pleasure of getting fucked, the idea of doing something really nasty and
breaking all the rules, with the added bonus of being able to rim for hours
instead of the bare few minutes that using our dicks usually allowed. Dale
and I got fantastically good at eating each others butts, and the smell and
sight of Kris' was driving me crazy. The fact that Kris was purring like a
kitten while I worked on his butt wasn't much helping me hide my hard-on
either.

Shaving Kris' long, lanky adolescent legs was a major turn-on for me, and
it pretty much got Kris' motor running as well, especially when I carefully
removed the few hairs I found on each foot, carefully and thoroughly
massaging each foot afterwards. Kris' feet were long and
narrow. Beautifully shaped and sensitive. They smelled of boy and of coming
manhood and athletics. My lips caressed the bony phalanges, my tongue
seeking tactile delight between each toe. The complete end of each foot fit
easily into my mouth were I could suck on his toes and the balls of his
feet and lave them with my tongue to my hearts delight. I looked up and
Kris was arched back over the sink, head thrown back and supported by both
skinny arms. His boner jutted rigidly from the smooth arch of his belly, a
long silvery strand waiving sinuously to the rhythm of his unconscious hip
rolling and hunching. Deep, heart-felt moans drifted down to me as I moved
back and forth between his delicate and highly sensitive feet.

I moved back up playing a minuet for razor, lips and tongue up the inside
of Kris' legs. The closer I got to Kris' groin the more he trembled and
shook --- and the slower I progressed. My tongue barely touched one of the
short fine hairs on Kris' scrotum and his knees shot apart as if he had
been electrocuted. The second touch of my tongue was a long, liquid lap
from his pellucidly hairless tain't, carefully down the back of the
tenderly rugose boysack to where I could twirl his balls around and suck
them deeply into my mouth. Kris squatted his balls into my face and moaned
like a boy in ecstasy as he ground the growing evidence of his developing
manhood against my face. I moaned in return and sucked deeply on my son's
balls, stretching the skin out and smoothing the deep wrinkles as the flesh
warmed and relaxed and the blade in my hand played snick-snick games
against the spit slickened flesh.

Kris took my hair in his hands, arching and moaning as he pulled his wet,
stretched out and now smooth ball-sack from my grasping, sucking
mouth. Hunching his hips the lust driven boy drove six inches of fat,
raging boy meat as far into my mouth as he could. I sucked a cock-full of
slimy boy-taste into my mouth before Kris hunched once and blasted my
throat with his maiden fuck offering of virile boy-cum. I caught as much of
the thick, clotted spooge as I could, rolling it and Kris' cock around in
my overheated mouth with my tongue. Kris moaned and growled through his
teeth as I played with his now supersensitive cock.

Kris relaxed backwards panting for breath. Holding his leaking cock in my
mouth I quietly lathered up his pubes and shaved them out of existence,
carefully saving the small soapy mass so I could clean it up and present it
to his mother for inclusion with the clipping from his first haircut and
the other memorabilia of our son. I released Kris' shrunken little pecker
and very carefully removed the few long, nearly straight hairs from his
scrotum. A few quick touch-ups up his belly and around his tiny tit nubbins
and my son was ready for the swim team. And we both knew that we were there
for each other. No matter what!

"Come on, Son. Let's get the leftovers off of your skin. I lifted him off
the stepladder and barely got him to the floor before he took off for the
shower. There was NO such thing as too much water as fare as he was
concerned. By the time I joined him he had the steamy shower running
running and was holding the bar of soap out to me. I guess he figured that
if I was that good with a razor he for sure wanted to know how good I was
with a bar of soap. Forty-five minutes later I had to dry him off with no
help from him and then carry him, snoring the whole way, to his bed.



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