Date: Sun, 24 Jun 2001 09:42:10 -0400
From: "Richard (writing from home)" <richardevanslee@nc.rr.com>
Subject: Pleasing Shave

David normally kept his body clean shaven. With his pale skin and black
kinky hair he told me he shaved almost every afternoon or whenever he was
going to see me. His satiny skin and scrawny body made him my favorite
physical type.

When I saw him last week I'd told him that he wasn't to shave anything
except his face until he next saw me. Normally very submissive he objected
saying the regrowing hair would itch and drive him mad. I told him to think
of it the way he did the times when I didn't let him have an orgasm
excepting a special treat. Enforced chastity always made him hot & the
association was enough to get him to agree. As a reward I 'punished' him for
daring to act like he might refuse me with a light handspanking. Just hard
enough to make him tingle, not hurt.

Often he'd arrive a little late to provoke a scolding but he was early that
evening. He had a small toiletries bag in hand. I kissed him, gave an ass
check a squeeze and told him to follow me.

We went to the bathroom. I'd put a old wooden chair there facing the tub.

"OK, sweetie," I told him. Take off your clothes and let me see."

"Yes sir." I'd never asked him to call me sir but he would sometimes when he
was excited.

Like many fem guys David is fastidious with clothing, even folding up a pair
of jeans. I am a slob but I always enjoyed watching him do it. He was black
stubble all over. It really looked pretty awful.

"Does it bother you?"

"It itches like hell." A pout in his voice but not his face.

"You can shave it off now. Think of it as giving me you newly smooth body as
a present."

He lathered up his legs at started. He couldn't make a stroke without having
to rinse the razor.

"Ow." He nicked himself above the knee. I bent down and gave the red spot a
quick kiss. He smiled and went back to it. Eventually he was finished. I
went over and gave him a deep tongue kiss.

"You're a sweet boy." I started taking off my clothes. Just dropped them on
the floor. David would pick them up later.

"Why don't you wash me." I climbed in, he stood up and I closed the shower
curtain.

I'm 6'3" and he was about seven inches shorter. I never enjoyed the
difference more than when he did this. Using his hand for a washcloth he
smeared liquid soap on me. He worked from the base of my kneck down my arms.
Then to my back down to my buttocks. Then down the front doing my chest and
stomach, dropping to my feet and working up my legs. He was slow, meticulous
and devoted. Nothing was more erotic. Lastly he soaped and rinsed my balls
and cock.

Then he started lightly rubbing my cock with his cheeks. I started rubbing
the back of his head as I would pet a cat. I could've guided myself into his
mouth and come in no time but I knew (just barely) that I didn't really want
that yet. So I grabbed his hair and pulled him gently away.

He'd towel me and himself dry and then we'd go into my bedroom for more fun.

Richard Evans Lee - http://www.livejournal.com/users/richardevanslee