Date: Sat, 3 Jan 1998 23:17:41 EST
From: EBayBarber <EBayBarber@aol.com>
Subject: Training Greg

Training Greg
copyright 1998

Chapter 11

The next morning, Saturday, we got up and took showers together.  It was nice
having someone to rub my back and whose back I could rub.  We stepped out of
the shower, and I carefully toweled Greg dry, then let him towel me dry.  As
he knelt, drying my feet, he looked up at me.  I told him, "Open up," and fed
him my cock.  Nothing like a blow job from your boy to start the day off
right!  Only this time I did not come, I just got close before stepping back
and letting Greg stand up.  I noticed his cock was standing at attention.  For
a "straight" boy he sure was getting turned on by man-sex!

I went into the bedroom and started getting dressed.  Greg looked around for
his clothes.  "Rule number two is," I told him, "Whenever you're in this
house, you're' to be completely naked, except if you have to go out to get the
paper or mow the lawn.  Then you can put on shorts and, if appropriate,
sneakers or shoes"  

Greg stood there, mouth agape, then seemed to make up his mind.  He closed it,
then opened it to reply, "Yes, Sir!"  I think he secretly liked showing off
the hours he had spent at the gym.  After I got dressed, I reached into a
drawer to pull out a two-inch ball-stretcher.  I told Greg to come over and
spread his legs.  I stretched his balls downward-they were still hanging low
from the shower-and attached the stretcher.  I then picked up a couple of lead
weights-former dive weights-and attached them to the ball-stretcher.  I tied a
leather thong around one of Greg's legs and then to the weights, so they
wouldn't swing too much when he walked.  "That's the second half of rule two,"
I said.  "Naked and weighted whenever you're in this house.  It's only four
pounds, so it shouldn't hurt."

Greg looked at the me, then the weights, then took a few tentative steps.  I
guess he found that they weren't onerous, because he again replied, "Yes,
Sir."  I knew I'd soon have to add a pound or two to his balls.

"I like to cook," I said, "So I hope you like to clean. You can start by
changing the sheets while I start breakfast."  Greg started undoing the bed as
I went to the kitchen to start coffee, squeeze some fresh orange juice, and
start a pan going for bacon.  Greg must have found the linen closet, 'cause he
soon walked in carrying the dirty sheets and pillow cases and asking me what
to do with them.  I told him where the washer was.  When he came back into the
kitchen, empty handed, I handed him a glass of orange juice.  Damn did he look
good, standing there, balls hanging low from the weight hanging there.

We soon sat down to the breakfast I had prepared.  As we ate, we discussed a
variety of things.  Finally I led the topic to the day ahead of us.  "I'd like
to try out the gym where you work out, if it isn't too far,"  I said.  "It
seems to have worked for you.  I've never had anyone to work out with, so
never kept it up."

Greg told me where his gym was, about midway between our two houses.  He said
he thought guests could use it for free for a day or two, while they decided
whether to join.  We discussed when to go, and decided on 1:30 in the
afternoon, as we each had some things we needed to do.  Greg suggested that he
go home, run his errands, then come pick me up and take me to the gym.

We got up from breakfast, and Greg immediately cleared the table and started
doing the dishes.  I rubbed his shoulders as he started cleaning them.  Then I
left him and went off to read the morning paper.  Greg came into the living
room a few minutes later, and asked if he could go.  I asked him if everything
was clean, and he said it was.  I didn't bother checking; he knew he'd be in
trouble if he'd missed anything.

Greg and I went off to the bedroom, and I watched as he started to get
dressed.  First he took off the ball weights, then unsnapped the ball
stretcher and left them carefully out of the way on the floor.  He then looked
around for his underwear.  He must have realized that it was now un-wearable,
so he reached for his jeans.  Aren't you forgetting something?" I reminded
him.

Greg looked at me, and I pointed to the ball ring still on the table where
we'd left it last night.  Greg reached for it, then carefully fastened it
around his balls.  He started getting hard, and tried to cover it up by
quickly pulling on his jeans.  I decided to let it go, this time.  Greg had
enough trouble fastening the buttons of his jeans.  I told Greg to do his
socks and sneakers next.  "You must always leave your shirt for last," I told
him.

Before Greg could put on his shirt, I leaned over and started playing with his
tits.  I then started licking them.  Then I closed my teeth around one of
them, and started chewing on it as I played with the other one.  Then I
reversed mouth and fingers, and chewed on the second tit.  Satisfied, I
stepped back and told Greg he could finish getting dressed.

Just before I opened the door to let him leave, I handed him one of the keys
to the ball ring.  "This is for emergencies," I told him.  "But you'd better
tell me every time you use it.  And it had better be a good reason," I added.
Greg took the key and stuck it into his pocket.

I grabbed his crotch and started squeezing.  "What do you say?"  "Thanks," he
gasped out.  I squeezed harder.  "Thanks, Sir," he said this time, so I
released his balls.  "Don't forget your manners," I reminded him.  I hummed a
tune as I watched him get into the car and drive away.


Chapter 12

Greg pulled into the driveway promptly at 1:30.  I picked up my gym bag,
locked the door, and started getting into his car.  Then I noticed what he was
wearing.  "Out!"  I said, "Let's go in the house, and bring your gum bag."

Greg looked at me, a little guiltily, but got out without saying a word.  He
knew he'd been bad.  We got into the house, and he promptly started stripping,
like he was supposed to-I'll give him that-taking off his gym clothes.  "Why
were you wearing your gym stuff?" I asked him.

"I, um, wanted to save time," Greg said.

"I was going to give you ten swats with the paddle for wearing you gym stuff
instead of your street clothes," I said.  "But now I'm going to give you
another ten for lying to me.  I think you wore them so you wouldn't have to
show off your shaved body.  Am I right?"

Greg looked at me, with downcast eyes and an unhappy expression. "Yes, Sir,"
he kind of whispered.

I looked at him sternly and said, "Go get the paddle from the bedroom."

Greg went to the bedroom, and came back carrying the paddle.  He was not
walking fast.  He handed me the paddle, and I told him to brace himself on the
edge of the dining room table (a rather large, wooden, antique table, just the
right size for tying a bottom to spread-eagled-the bolts conveniently hidden
just inside the heavy legs were not "original factory-installed equipment.")
"Call them out," I told him, as I took my stance behind and beside his spread
legs.

"One, Sir!" he called, as the first blow reddened his ass.  Good thing he said
'Sir,' else it wouldn't have counted.  "Two, Sir; three, Sir; four, Sir!" he
called out.  I didn't strike him very hard, just enough to leave a bright-red
ass; we still had to go and work out.  But by 'fifteen, Sir!' his voice was a
little bit shaky, and by 'Twenty, Sir!' his voice sounded positively contrite;
just as it should.

I laid down the paddle, then moved behind him and started massaging his
shoulders.  "What's to be embarrassed about?"  I asked him.  "You have a good
body; I'm just helping you to show it off.  Now go get dressed and let's go
work out."  Greg turned to face me, and I noticed his cock was a little bit
hard.  I reached for it and gave it a wiggle, and it hardened still further.
"Methinks you might be starting to like being disciplined," I commented.  I
let go of Greg's cock, and we went off to get dressed, this time in the street
clothes he'd stuffed into his gym bag.

We got to the gym and I told Greg, "I want you to introduce me to anyone you
know.  Especially if he might be into shaving.  And don't forget to show off
your own body-to show him what a good barber I am!"  We went in, and the guy
behind the counter of course had to give me the spiel about what a great gym
it was, and how much I could save if I only joined on this one visit.  I was
planning to join, but was also planning to hold out for as much as I could,
price-wise.  Finally he was done talking, told me he'd have one of their
"trainers" show me around, and sent us off to change.

The gym was nice, and had a nice locker room. The lockers were comparatively
large, and the gym was clean, with a refreshing un-gym-like smell.  A quick
glance around showed plenty of eye candy, and good sight-lines to the showers
(always an important criterion when selecting a gym).  We found our lockers,
and started to get undressed.

I told Greg to make sure he was completely nude before putting anything on.
Only my cock and balls and ass were shaved, so I wasn't putting on much of a
show.  As Greg was taking off his shirt, a guy came down our row and put his
stuff down pretty close to us.  "Hi, Greg," the guy called out.

Greg looked up from where he was putting his shirt into the locker and said,
"Oh, hello, Tony."  Then he looked at me and said, "Ian," this is Tony.  Tony,
Ian."  I reached out and shook Tony's hand.  From what I could see Tony had a
nice wiry body, not too hairy, just enough to make it a pleasant shave.  Then
we stopped back and started getting dressed.  Tony and Greg started chatting
about this and that.  I joined in when appropriate.

I kept an eye on Tony, as he got undressed, and on Greg, who seemed to be
delaying his changing.  "Take it all off.  Now!" I said to Greg under my
breath.  Greg looked at me, guiltily, then almost ripped off his pants and
underwear, and stuck them into his locker.

Tony took a look at Greg and whistled.  "Looks like you must like having no
hair!  It must have grown back since the houseboat trip.  Who's the barber?"
Before Greg could say anything, I turned and said, "I am.  As you can see, I
do a good job.  And a complete one.  Turn around, Greg, and show him."  Greg
turned around, showing off his shaved ass, and also giving a view of his
shaved front to a couple of guys who were passing the end of the row of
lockers.  They looked at him, laughed a little, and moved out of sight.

Greg turned around to face us, a little red-faced.  Tony saw the ring around
Greg's balls and sort of stared at it.  Then he saw the key which I was
wearing around my neck, and which I had painted bright red-one of my errands
while Greg was gone-and then decided he didn't want to know.

I reached for Tony's chest, which had a patch of hair between the tits, and
another, smaller patch surround his navel and leading downward into his still-
clothed crotch.  I gave it a slight tug and said, "I'd be happy to shave you,
like I did Greg, so you can show off your good build.  And there'd be no
charge!"

Tony sort of hemmed and hawed, so I said, "Greg, tell him how good it feels."

Greg said, "Tony, it does feel good when you're having sex.  It's great when
your balls get licked, or you rub against, um, someone as you're doing it.
And Ian does do a good job, and gives a great massage to boot!"  I thought he
was laying it on a little thick, but Tony seemed to be thinking about it-I
think Tony was one of the guys who Greg had said might be interested when Greg
came back from his house boating trip-the first time I had shaved him.

"Why don't you and Greg work out together," I suggested, "While I get shown
around the gym by the trainer?  Then you can come back to my place and get a
shave and a massage?  That'll surely relax you after the work out."

"Lemme think about it," Tony mumbled, afraid to commit himself to the unknown.
"But we can work out together," he said, turning to Greg.  "But you'd better
get dressed, first," he added, grinning.  Greg, who'd been standing there
naked during my interchange with Tony, blushed a little, then turned and
pulled on his jock strap.  I noticed that I could still see the swat marks on
his ass, although they were kind of light-I hadn't hit that hard.

Tony and Greg were having a good workout, from what I could see, while I was
shown around the gym by the trainer, a hot-looking dude named Guy.  Guy was
tall, maybe 6"1", but built like a body builder.  Not steroid-built, just
lots-of-time-in-a-gym built.  A bit more muscular than I usually like them,
but he carried his muscles well on a lean frame, and had a charming smile.
His light complexion showed little hair on his arms, and no hair poked out of
the back-or front-of his tank top.

Guy and I chatted about this and that as he showed me how to use their
Nautilus machines and weight machines-we skipped the free-weight room.  I
could swear he was checking me out while I checked him out.  I used a standard
ploy to sound him out; I asked him if I'd seen him out drinking in one of my
usual drinking spots.  He gave the standard, "Dunno, where do you hang out?  I
mentioned a couple of straight bars, to which I'd only been for work-related
social functions, then a gay bar, then another straight bar.  I saw Guy's eyes
kind of shift when I mentioned the gay bar-bingo!  He mumbled something about
maybe I'd seen him in a couple of those places, so I prodded, "Which bars do
you like best?"

Guy mentioned a couple of bars, and both of them were gay.  I grinned, patted
his chest and, since one of the bars he'd mentioned was a leather bar, said,
"You'd look pretty hot in a harness.  I wouldn't mind taking you out for a
drink."  "Once I get in shape," I added, patting my middle.  "You'll have to
work on me to get me in good enough shape that you wouldn't mind being seen
with me."

"Oh, I don't know," Guy said.  "You're not in bad shape right now."  "For an
old guy," he added, grinning.

I mock punched him and said, "I'm probably not more than four or five years
older than you.  How old are you?"  

"Twenty-four," Guy replied.  So, six or seven years older, I thought, maybe
almost eight.  Well, nothing like robbing the cradle!  After that, Guy started
making me work out even harder, cajoling me into making an extra effort as he
tried to find my maximum work-out loads, which he wrote down into a little
book

Pretty soon Guy couldn't think of any more ways to torture me on his gym
equipment, so he patted my rump, told me to go shower, and said he'd see my in
an office when I got done.  I asked him if he wanted to help me shower, and he
said, "Not while I'm on duty.  But maybe some time when it's my turn to close
up the gym"  Now if that didn't sound like the lead-in to a porno story, I
don't know what does!

Greg and Tony were done, also, so we headed into the locker room.  As I
undressed, I watched Tony, also.  He certainly had more hair on his body than
I prefer; the patch around his belly continued down around his cock and balls,
and his lower back had hair to his ass crack, and a large amount grew around
that.  Nothing a few swipes with a razor couldn't cure!  Tony had an uncut
cock and low-hanging balls, also covered with a dense mat of black hair.  He
put a towel around his waist, and headed for the showers.

Greg and I followed him.  My towel was modestly around my waist.  As
instructed, Greg had his towel over his shoulder, so that his shaved cock and
balls were exposed for all to see.  A couple of guys made comments to Greg as
we passed, like "Have a fight with the barber?" or "Aren't you a little old
not to have reached puberty?"  Greg took it all in stride, saying he liked
getting a full sun tan to one guy, and telling another it felt great when you
get a hum job to another.  That guy asked, "Hmmm, really?"  To which Greg
replied, "Yeah, you ought to try it.  I highly recommend my barber-he knows
just what to cut off and what to leave!"  The guy mumbled something, then
moved off.  Greg told me, "That's someone I've wondered about.  I think he has
a girlfriend, but I've sure seen him staring at me once or twice.  Maybe you
ought to make friends with him once you join the gym."

Nothing eventful happened in the showers.  I kept my eyes moving; if I stared
to hard at some of the guys I'd be sure to get hard-lots of nice-looking men.
Even some young ones, late teens (chicken, maybe, but they'd be legal?)  Of
course they didn't have much to shave, but they'd sure look great tied spread-
eagled to my bed!

About the time the three of us were done getting dressed, I asked Tony if he'd
be coming over for a shave.  I told him we'd take good care of him.  "We?" he
asked.  "Well, like all artistes, I need my trusty assistant to help me, to
hand me my instruments, to make sure I've done a complete and proper job."

Tony mumbled about as he didn't know, and what would others think…  Greg piped
up that if Tony didn't like it, the hair would always grow back.  He added
that he'd been shaved, and had liked the feeling so much he'd let me shave him
again.  Finally Tony agreed.  We all went into the lobby, where Tony and Greg
chatted while Guy and I went into an office so I could sign the paperwork to
join the gym.  I got a good deal, I think it was the combination of my being
family, and some of the things I promised Guy (no hardship on my part
promising to do those things to such a hunk, including prepping him for his
next body building contest!)  With a final shake of Guy's hand, Greg and I
went out to Greg's car, and started off for my home.  Tony followed in his
Trans Am.


Chapter 13

Tony followed Greg and me into the house.  Greg went off to the bedroom to
"change."  Tony looked at me and asked, "What'll I do?"  I replied, "Come on
in, and take off your sneakers and socks.  Would you like something to drink?
A beer?  Soda?"

Tony sat down on the couch and started taking off his sneakers.  "A mineral
water would be good, if you have it.  I don't drink beer.  It's too hard to
keep from getting a beer gut."

I-always the perfect host-asked, "Still or bubbly?"  Then I added, "And from
what I saw in the shower, you do a good job of not getting a beer belly."  I
could see that much under the hair covering Tony's belly.  Maybe not a perfect
six pack, but a four pack at least!

Tony looked at me, so I said, "Do you want carbonated or uncarbonated water?"
Tony replied, "Carbonated is fine, no lime or lemon, little ice."  I went to
the kitchen to get Tony his drink, since Greg was not yet back from the
bedroom.

I came back into the living room with Tony's drink.  Greg had just come in,
and Tony was staring at him.  I guess it is a little unnerving to see one of
your "hosts" standing there, wearing nothing except a ball stretcher weighted
down with four or five pounds of weight.  I handed Tony the drink and said,
"We're trying to make the perfect man of him.  His balls hang a little high,
and weights are the easiest way of getting them down."  Tony said nothing.

Putting down my own drink, I suggested, "Why don't we get started?"  To Tony,
I added, "Why don't you take off your shirt?"  Turning to Greg, I said, "Go
get the camera from the dresser."  Tony stood up and started taking off his
shirt.  Greg left and was back in a minute carrying the camera.

I told Tony to follow me, and led him into the family room and towards a blank
wall.  "Stand against it, and pose.  I want to get some 'before' pictures," I
told him.  Tony stood against the wall, and did a couple of muscle poses.  I
waited until he was between poses, looking more natural, before I snapped
pictures.  I then said, "Let's get those jeans off you."

Tony started unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them down his legs.  I motioned
to Greg, and he took Tony's jeans and carefully folded them and set them
aside.  I snapped away.  Tony stood there in his white bikini briefs (so
that's who buys that stuff from International Male), the patches of hair on
his chest and belly showing dark against his lighter skin.

I suggested we move into the bedroom.  I stopped to get a clean sheet and,
with Greg's help, soon had it covering most of the bed.  I told Tony to lie
face down, close to the edge of the bed, as I went off to get a basin of warm
water and my shaving equipment.  I decided that Tony's hair was thick enough
that I should trim it first.

I handed Greg the portable vacuum a and turned on the heavier-duty clippers.
I leaned over the bed, poised above Tony's back.  I soon had shorn most of the
hairs covering the tops of Tony's shoulders and on down his shoulder blades.
Greg kept pace with the vacuum.  I continued downward, and clipped the hairs
on his lower back.  Tony tensed as I pushed the tops of his underwear down and
clipped the hairs leading towards his ass crack.  I decided to do the rest
later.

I then switched clippers to a finer pair, and carefully trimmed the ends of
Tony's head-hair, straightened out the bottom, which had grown raggedy since
his last haircut.  I also trimmed off the tails of hair growing down the sides
of his neck.  Only then did I turn to pick up the shaving cream.

I soon had Tony's back covered with a fine layer of cream mixed with massage
oil, a combination I've found works well to moisten the skin and prepare it
for a complete shave.  I picked up a razor and began at his neck.  Greg stood
there, holding the bowl of warm water.  I stroked, then rinsed, then stroked,
then rinsed.  After a bit I told Greg to change the water.  He came back with
a bowl of clean water, and I continued stroking.

After a couple of minutes Tony's entire neck, back, and sides were done.  I
pushed the underwear down, and shaved off what hair remained from his lower
back to his ass.  I then stood back to admire my work.  I told Greg to get a
clean towel, and to moisten it with warm water.  In the meantime I took off my
shoes and socks, then my shirt, and climbed onto the bed, straddling Tony's
waist.

Greg came back and handed me the towel.  I soon had wiped off all traces of
shaving cream.  I then reached for the massage oil, and dabbed a small bit
onto Tony's back.  I then leaned forwarded and pressed my weight onto my arms
as I massaged the tight muscles of Tony's shoulders-tight from the workout, or
tight from the tension of his unknown experience-I couldn't tell.  I was soon
almost sweating from my exertions as I massaged Tony's upper back, then moved
downward.

And continued downward, sliding the underwear from Tony's ass.  A hair-filled
crack presented itself.  I picked up the clippers and got as much as I could,
his ass, his ass crack, and into his perineum.  I then picked up the shaving
cream and spread it on Tony's ass.  I scraped away the hairs with sure, even
strokes.  Moving more carefully, I worked the razor along the edges of Tony's
crack.  Spreading his lips ever so slightly-and lightly-I got the remaining
stragglers, then moved lower and cleaned what I could reach almost as far as
Tony's balls.
 
At last I could do no more, so I got off Tony's back and stood by the side of
the bed.  After I had caught my breath, I told Tony to turn over.  He seemed a
bit reluctant, so I said, "I've seen hard-ons before."  Tony still seemed
reluctant to turn over.  "Go get our guest a towel," I told Greg.  Greg came
back with a bath towel, which I folded and placed across Tony's middle,
preserving his modesty.  Only then did Tony turn over.  The towel tented
upward.

I told Greg, who'd been standing there like a good boy, to change the water
and to get me a new razor.  While Greg was gone, I looked at Tony's upper
body, trying to decode how to proceed.  I picked up a pair of clippers, put on
an attachment, then picked up one of Tony's arms.  "It would look funny if
your body was shaved and your arms were hairy.  With this attachment I can
thin out the hair.  Then I'll trim what remains so you'll look more
consistent.  Your legs are not very hairy, so I can skip doing them"

With a few quick stokes of the clippers I soon had one of Tony's arms thinned
of much of the heavy black hairs which had run its length.  While I was at it,
I held his arm out and thinned the hairs in his armpit.  "I'll leave those
full-length, so they don't scratch and itch," I told him.  I found I couldn't
reach Tony's other arm, so I had no choice but to climb onto the bed and kneel
at his side as I trimmed his second arm and armpit.  I then removed the
attachment, and shortened what hairs remained on each of Tony's arms.

Keeping the clippers on, I moved to the patch of hair between Tony's tits, and
made short work of it.  A few quick strokes of the razor and he'd be done.  By
then Greg had come back, so I told him to get to work with the vacuum.  As he
was leaning over Tony, sucking up the loose hairs, I couldn't help but lean
over and grab his [Greg's, that is, not Tony's!] balls and give them a quick
squeeze.  Greg winced, but didn't say anything.  Good!  He's learning!

I moved the clippers over Tony's belly, then lowered them and got to work.
Greg's hand followed with the nozzle of the vacuum.  I moved the towel down a
bit, until I could just see Tony's still-hard cock.  I sort of caught the tip
of his cock with the top edge of the towel, and pulled it downward, allowing
me to trim much of the hair between Tony's navel and cock.  I lowered the top
edge of Tony's pubes maybe two inches, just enough to give him some definition
when I finished on his chest.

Setting down the razor I picked up the shaving cream.  Once again I 'had not
choice' but to climb onto Tony so I could shave him.  I straddled his hips,
being carefully not to rest my weight on his middle.  I scraped away what hair
was left on Tony's chest, rinsing the razor in the bowl which Greg now held
for me.  I moved lower, scraping away at Tony's belly, then lower and lower
towards the prize which I feel poking the towel upward between my legs.

I moved the towel lower, shaving what hairs I had missed in my first pass
across Tony's pubes.  Finished at last, I reached for a towel, and carefully
wiped down Tony's chest.  I then picked up some massage oil, and started
rubbing it into Tony's chest and the front of his shoulders.  Squeezing and
massaging and loosening Tony's tight chest muscles, I worked my way lower
until his entire chest down to this abdomen was glistening with massage oil.
I sat back to admire my work, then climbed off of Tony.

I then picked up my camera and took a couple of pictures.  I positioned Tony's
arms, and snapped some more.  Finally I reached over for the towel covering
Tony's middle.  Whipping it out of the way, I took a couple more pictures of
Tony soft before, in as short a time as I'd ever seen, Tony's cock hardened to
its eight-inch length.  I snapped a couple of more pictures of Tony before
setting down the camera.

I then picked up the shaving cream, and gave the can a couple of shakes.  I
then took another look at the dense bush covering Tony's balls and decided I'd
better trim them first.  Tony, in the meantime, had been lying there, in shock
or disbelief or-I hoped-in anticipation.  I proceeded to trim the remaining
hair surrounding Tony's cock, then started working on his balls.  When Tony
appeared to be embarrassed at his continuing hard-on I commented, "It only
makes it easier to shave you."

After I finished with the clippers, I picked up the razor and got down to the
real work.  And work it was, the hair on Tony's balls was so thick.  Done with
his balls, I started on Tony's cock.  It quivered as I held it and ran the
razor along its length.  I did it while maintaining my most professional
manner, not as thought I wanted to lean forward and engulf its length down my
throat.  I paused every once in a while to examine my work and to make sure I
hadn't missed anything.

Satisfied at last, I reached for yet another towel and wiped off what shaving
cream remained on Tony's groin.  I then told Tony he could get up.  Tony,
who'd been gritting his teeth the last couple of minutes, slowly looked down
at his denuded chest, belly, and crotch.  He then sat up and looked harder.
"It's, like, hard to tell where my waist is!" he exclaimed.

"Come with me," I said, picking up a couple of posing straps and taking my
camera in hand.  I led Tony back down the hall to the family room and blank
wall.  I handed one of the straps-a gold lamé one to Tony and told him to put
it on.  He struggled into it-the struggle being to cover his still-hard cock.
Finally his cock subsided, and the strap bulged, but contained him.  I snapped
a couple of pictures, then handed him a dark red strap.  That one seemed to
suit his coloring better.  And yet again I handed him a strap, white this
time, almost a gee-string.  This one looked best, but covered the least;
Tony's bulging balls were poking out of first one, then the other, side of the
posing strap as I positioned Tony for pictures.

When I'd taken my fill of pictures, I handed the camera to Greg and asked
Tony, "well, what do you think?"  As I asked him, I ran the tips of my
fingernails down Tony's smooth chest.

"Well, it feels kind of drafty!" Tony said, grinning, "But kind of cool.  I
want copies of those pictures."  I raised an eyebrow.  "Just the ones of me in
the strap."

I said to him, "Are you ready to see how good it feels when you have sex?"

Tony looked at me and said, "What do you mean?"

"Do you want Greg to do you?" I asked.

"Doesn't he have any choice in the matter?" Tony asked, looking at Greg.

"Sure," I said, turning to Greg.  "Do you want to suck Tony off or let him
fuck you?"  I asked.

Greg looked at me, then at Tony, appearing to be deep in thought.  "I think
I'd rather suck him off," Greg said.  "I'm not sure I'm ready for a cock that
big."

Tony started hemming and hawing, like he wasn't interested, but his cock had
different ideas.  I reached for one of the clasps at the side of the posing
strap and released it.  The strap fell to the floor, and Tony's cock bounced
upward, smacking him in the belly.  Turning to Greg I said, "Go for it, boy.
Make me proud."  

And go for it, Greg did.  And made me proud.  He knelt at Tony's feet, then
sort of inhaled his cock.  He sucked at it for a while, then lapped at Tony's
balls.  He took just the tip of Tony's cock into his mouth and ran his tongue
over the head, then the glans as he pulled back Tony's foreskin.  Why, Greg
looked like he'd been sucking cock for years instead of mere hours!  I grabbed
for my camera and snapped away, my happy boy playing with his new toy, which
just happened to be attached to a very-attractive man.

I could see Tony's balls tightening up, so I told Greg, "Swallow, boy."  I
said it just in time; seconds later Tony was thrusting his cock upward, deeper
into Greg's mouth as he spurted.  Four, five, six times he thrust before his
spasms subsided.  Greg knew better then to let go, and continued sucking the
last drops of cum from Tony's cock.  At last Tony put out one hand on Greg's
forehead and pushed his head away from his cock.  "Enough!" he cried.

Tony sat up, looking at Greg still on the floor.  He looked a little guilty,
so I said, "I hope you enjoyed it.  I've been training him, so I hope he got
it right."

Tony replied, "Well, it was a good blow job.  But, you see, I'm not really
into guys."

"That's okay," I said, cheerfully, "I am!  And it's just as much fun to shave
straight guys as gay guys!  Just so I get to shave them.  And if I have sex
with them, well, it's gravy!  And if not, well, it's good practice for my boy,
here.  Now, why don't we get you dressed?"  With that, I turned to lead Tony
back to where we had left his clothes.

Tony started getting dressed.  I, of course, watched and took pictures.  Greg
whispered in my ear for permission to get a drink of water.  Magnanimously I
said he could.

Tony finished dressing and got ready to leave.  "It feels kind of kinky, but
kind of cool, feeling my shirt pressing right on my skin, and my underwear
sliding against my balls."

"Try silk underwear," I suggested, "If you want a really cool feeling."  With
that I turned to open the door.  "And thanks for letting me shave you," I
said, putting out my hand.

Tony took it, and shook it.  "You're welcome," he said.  "And I'll have to see
how sex with my girlfriend is.  If she likes it, I just might let you shave me
again!"  He called over his should as he left, "See you in the gym.  And good
luck training Greg!  You'll need it, to keep Greg in his place."

I reached for Greg's balls, and started slapping them lightly, almost absent-
mindedly.  "Oh, I think I can keep him under control."  "And if not," I added,
now gently squeezing Greg's balls, "well, it's always fun trying."  On that
note I closed the door, and turned to face Greg, whose balls were still
clamped in my hand.  "You did a good job with Tony, so I'm going to reward
you.  After I get off."


Chapter 14

With that I started sliding down my jeans.  Greg took them, and folded them,
and laid them down on a chair.  I looked at him and, without a word, he
reached over and started sliding my underwear down.  Good boy!  "Go get a
condom and lube," I told him.  "Since Tony didn't fuck you, I want to.  And
take off the thong holding down the weights."  As he left, I called out, "And
bring back a towel for me to wipe my hands on."

Greg came back with a condom and the lube, and a small towel.  The weights now
swung freely from his balls as he walked towards me.  I gave them a playful
push, and watched as they swung back and forth.  I told Greg to get me ready,
so he knelt at my feet and began to suck me off.  When I was hard, I handed
him the lube and the condom.  He looked at me, so I said, "Put a couple of
drops of lube on the end of my cock, for safety.  Then put the condom on."
"On me," I added, before Greg could get any ideas.  Greg did as he was told,
awkwardly unrolling the condom down my cock.  "It looks like I'll have to give
you more practice doing that," I commented.

I told Greg to lube himself.  He poured some lubricant into his hand, then
wiped it around his ass hole.  I said, "Whatever you want, but I suggest you
get some into the hole."  He took some more lubricant and started finger
fucking himself, lubing himself up in the process.  I handed him the towel and
told him to wipe off his hands.  Then I turned Greg around, and told him to
brace himself against the doorway leading into the den.  This meant he'd have
to hold himself up using his shoulder muscles, which were probably sore from
the gym.  Too bad.

Without further ado I started fucking Greg.  Boy I love a tight ass!  As I
rammed my cock forward, the weights began swinging.  They swung more and more
violently as I got into it.  At least I gave my deepest thrust yet, and held
my position as I came.  Finished, I took hold of my cock and the rubber, and
carefully pulled out.  I then said to Greg, "Take care of this."  He took hold
of the rubber, and carefully pulled it from my cock.  He knew to put one hand
under, to catch any spilling seed.  He looked at me, so I told him, "Into the
garbage."  

I stood there while he left to dispose of the condom.  I heard the water
running in the kitchen.  Greg came back with clean hands and a moist towel,
with which he proceeded to wipe off my cock.  How thoughtful!  Greg left, to
dispose of the towel, then came back, looking hopeful.

"You've done a good job today," I said, "So I'm going to give you a choice.
Here's the deal.  Either you can take off one pound of weight hanging from
your balls, or I'll let you cum,.  But then I'll have to add one pound of
weight.  The choice is yours."

Greg looked down at the four pounds swinging from his balls.  I knew he'd
picked the weight and cumming; his balls looked like they could probably take
two or three more pounds without complaining.  "I'd like to get off, Sir,"
Greg said.

"Let's go," I said, walking towards the bedroom.  I'd noticed Greg's cock
getting stiff while I was fucking him, so I figured he had a working prostate.
I planned to use it.  As Greg stood there waiting, I bent forward and
unclipped the weights.  I set them down, then unsnapped the ball-stretcher.  I
told Greg to lie on the bed, with his head hanging over the edge, as I got a
dildo from a drawer.  

I went over to where Greg was lying, and encircled his head with my legs.  "I
want you to suck on my balls while I'm getting you off," I told him.  "Let me
know when you're ready to come, so we don't make a mess.  Now give me your
feet."  I reached forward to take hold of Greg's ankles as he folded at the
waist and brought them back over his head.  His spread his legs on either side
of my thighs.  

I told Greg to hold his legs there, as I reached for his ass with the bottle
of lube.  I drizzled a few drops down his crack, then picked up the dildo.  I
pressed the head of the dildo against Greg's hole, which I'd conveniently
opened up scant minutes before.  Greg's asshole popped open and sucked in the
dildo.  "Damn!" I thought, "Next time I'll have to use a bigger dildo!"

I took hold of the dildo with one hand, and Greg's balls with the other.  "You
can work your cock" I told Greg.  He let go of one of his legs and started
sliding his hand along his cock, which had hardened when I'd inserted the
dildo in his ass.  As he worked his hand back and forth, I slid the dildo in
and out, keeping to the same rhythm.  At the same time, I worked Greg's balls
between the finger of my other hand-not gently, but not too rough.  Greg
sucked mightily on my balls as he beat off.

I found the right angle with the dildo to make Greg twitch as I thrust.  So I
angled my hand so that every thrust hit that magical spot in Greg's ass.  I
felt Greg's balls tighten, so I let go.  A couple seconds later, Greg opened
his mouth to let my balls flop out.  Only a couple more seconds after that and
Greg started cumming.  He knew to keep his mouth open, as spurt after spurt of
pent-up sperm shot down his waiting gullet.  

My dildo work kept Greg spasming long after his cock was spent.  Since I'm a
nice guy, I soon stopped, and let Greg put his legs down.  As he lay there
catching his breath, I happened to glance at the calendar and noticed that
today's date was circled.  "Oh, shit!"  I exclaimed.


Chapter 15

"I'm supposed to do a night dive with Steve tonight," I said, almost to
myself.  I then turned to Greg and said, "Go clean yourself up."  Greg jumped
out of bed and rushed to the bathroom to clean off his cock and ass.  In the
meantime, I started getting dressed.  Instead of underwear, I put on a bikini
swim suit.  I'd soon have a wet suit on over it.  When Greg came back I told
him, "We've used a lot of towels today.  Go do a load of wash.  And while
you're at it, change the sheets."  

Greg started back for the bathroom to do my bidding.  I called out, "Aren't
you forgetting something?"  Greg looked at me, and I pointed to the ball
stretcher.  Greg picked it up and carefully put it on, snapping the band
around his sack, then carefully fitting the strap between his balls and
snapping it to the ball band.  He then reached for the weights, to clip them
onto the D-ring at the bottom of the ball separator.  

I snapped my fingers at Greg, and he handed me the weights.  "Come with me," I
told him.  Greg followed me into the garage.  I picked up a two pound weight,
hefted it in my hand and said, "You know, since you almost forgot rule number
two, maybe I should put add two pounds.  Your balls wouldn't let you forget
rule two again.  What do you say, Greg?"

Greg looked aghast.  Apologies poured out of his mouth, "I won't forget with
one pound, Sir!  I promise.  One pound will do it.  Honest!"  Since I'm a nice
guy, I put down the two-pound weight, and only added one pound to the sting of
weights attached to the clip.  I handed it to Greg, and watched as he clipped
the weights to the ball stretcher.  The five pounds made his balls hang down
low.  Greg looked uncomfortable, but not in excessive pain.  He tied the thong
around his leg and attached it to the weights, then went off to do the wash.
In the meantime, I packed my dive gear, and set it near the door.

Greg came back and looked at me, where I stood waiting.  "I've put the towels
in the washer, Sir, and changed the sheets," Greg told me.  "Now what can I
do?"

"I'm supposed to go diving with Steve.  Steve's picking me up around six.  You
don't dive, do you?" I asked.

Greg looked a little crestfallen, and said, "No.  I've always wanted to learn,
but never got around to it.  I swim pretty well.  Maybe you'll have to teach
me sometime, Sir."

I said, "Well, Greg, you could stay here, then when we come back from diving,
you could take care of Steve.  Or you could go out tonight, and come back
tomorrow, and we could go work out.  What do you say?"

Greg thought for a couple of minutes.  "I like the second idea," he said.
"I'm not sure I'm ready to do Steve.  You know, this is all kind of new to me,
and I'd just as soon not let it get out.  I have some errands to do, and the
house needs cleaning, so I can keep myself busy tonight."

I said, "Okay, then, it's a plan.  Come back around ten tomorrow morning, and
we'll go work out.  Now go get dressed; Steve will be here soon.  You can
leave before he gets here, if you want."  Boy am I nice!

Greg went off to get dressed while I did the last bit of packing.  Greg came
back, looking all neat and cute.  "Undo your jeans and take them down," I told
him.  Greg unbuttoned them, and pushed them down around his ankles.  "Now your
underwear," I commanded.  That was soon down by his ankles.  The ball ring was
neatly locked around Greg's balls.  "Just checking," I said, taking hold of
the ring and pulling it and playing with it.  I let go, and said, "Get
dressed, and be off with you!  See you tomorrow morning."

Greg pulled up his briefs and jeans, then tucked in his shirt.  I put my arms
around him, and hugged him close.  I pressed my lips against his.  He resisted
slightly, then pressed back, returning my kiss.  I let go, and he sort of
grinned at me as he left.  Turning, he called out, "See you tomorrow, Sir!"

No sooner had Greg driven away then Steve pulled into my driveway.  He helped
me put my gear into the back of his truck, then off we went.  I was looking
forward to the dive-I really like night dives.  I was also looking forward to
diving down Steve's pants, if I got lucky.

Steve and I chatted as we drove to the dive site, maybe half an hour from the
house.  At one point he asked me what I'd been up to-we work at the same
place, but I hadn't seen much of him recently since he changed to a different
project.  "This and that," I told Steve.  "I've been working on a couple of
hot projects."  "Like what?" he asked.

"I've been training Greg," I replied.  Steve looked at me, a little
incredulously.  "Training him to do what? He queried.  "Training him not to be
such an asshole," I replied.  "Training him to respect his betters."

"Just how are you training him?" Steve asked.  Was it my imagination, or was a
slight bulge rising in Steve's pants?  

"Using a bit of rewards, and a bit of punishment," I replied.  "You know,
rewards when he does something right, and punishment when he does something
wrong."  With that, I reached for Steve's crotch, and gave it a brief feel.

Steve swerved, then got control of the truck.  "Is that for praise or
punishment?" he asked when he had regained his composure.

"It depends on what I do down there," I replied, grinning.  "Maybe you'd like
a demonstration?"

"Uh, I don't think I need it!  At least, not tonight" Steve said.  Once again,
a mixed message.  Was he, or wasn't he?  We'd done it once and he'd seemed to
have enjoyed it.  And he'd made reference then to doing it again.  [Ed. note:
See Steve gets shaved.]

We didn't say much for a few minutes, and shortly arrived at the dive site.
We got the gear out of the truck, and stripped down to our bathing suits to
put on our wet suits.  Steve looked just as I remembered.  He was in his early
30s, maybe 5'10", 150 pounds.  Steve's hair was light brown, almost a sandy
blond, just a light coating on his arms and legs.  His body looked like a
runner's body, and displayed a nice chest, perfectly lickable nipples, with
just a little bit of hair, and a small trail of hair below his navel.  I
reached over and playfully tugged at a few hairs poking out of his suit.
"Looks like you're due for another shave," I commented.

Steve reached over and cupped my balls, which were outlined in my bikini suit.
This time he gave my balls a playful squeeze and said, "Keep your mind on
diving!  I told you last time, there's a time for work and a time for play.
This is work time."  Under his breath he seemed to mutter, "And play time's
later!"  Then he started getting into his dry suit underwear.

The dive was fabulous.  No, it was fabulous.  And, no, we did not have sex
underwater. The visibility was great, for a night dive.  The water was still,
no surge and no murkiness.  We played with a two-foot long octopus.  The rest
of the night-life, brittle stars and other nocturnal hunters, must have heard
there was a party.  All too soon-from a diver's point of view-the dive was
over, and we were back at Steve's truck, taking off our dive gear and changing
back into our street clothes.

Steve headed back for my house.  When we got there, I asked him in.  "Do you
want a beer or something?"  I asked.  "What I really want is a shower, to
clean off the salt water."  I picked up a clean towel from the linen closet,
then headed back to the bathroom off my main bedroom.  If Steve noticed the
ball stretcher and weights which Greg had left neatly-lucky for him-on the
dresser, he did not say anything.

Steve stripped off his clothes, all but his bathing suit, as we stood there
talking about the dive, and work, and life.  He reached in the shower to get
the hot water started.  He then turned away from me and took off his trunks as
he headed into the shower.  Just before he closed the door, he poked his head
out and said, "Well, aren't you joining me?"

I don't think I've ever undressed so fast.  I opened the shower door and stood
there for a couple of seconds, watching the water cascading over his lithe
body.  "Well, come in here," Steve demanded.  "You're letting in the cold
air!"  How could I refuse such an invitation?

I got myself wet, then reached for the soap and soaped up Steve's back.  I
reached for a new razor and asked, "May I?"  Steve said sure, so I proceeded
to scrape off the little hair at his upper back, and the bit above his
asshole.  I told him to bend over and spread his legs.  I then started
scraping away at the few hairs running along either side of his ass.  I
couldn't help but run my finger up and down his crack, just outside the hole.
"Watch it!"  Steve exclaimed.  "Oh, I'm watching it.  Really closely!"  I
replied.  Shortly thereafter I was done, with my shaving and playing, and told
Steve to turn around.

Steve was less shy than last time turning around and showing me his hard-on.
Hell, he should be, I'd had the thing in my mouth!  Holding the soap in one
hand, I quickly soaped up his upper chest.  This time I decided to take off
the few hairs on his chest between his tits.  I continued down his chest,
soaping him for lubrication, then scraping off the soap and hairs, firstly the
few around his navel, then the narrow trail leading downward to his pubic
patch.

I grabbed the can of shaving cream and quickly lathered up Steve's crotch,
working the shaving cream into his skin, and massaging his cock and balls as I
worked.  I then started with the razor.  As usual, the patch above and on
either side of Steve's cock came off first.  Then I did his cock, holding the
head by the tip, and working my way towards the base, first doing the top of
his cock, then the sides, then along the bottom.

I then took hold of his balls and tenderly stretched them away from his body.
I scraped the skin between his cock and balls.  I then held his balls taut,
and carefully removed all of the hair covering them.  I lifted them up and got
the underside.  It did not take me long; I've been doing it so long and so
often I can almost do it with my eyes closed!  Maybe I should try it some
time.  Preferably on a tied-up bottom who couldn't squirm or say "No."
Anyway, I soon had Steve's balls smooth, so I asked him to spread his legs so
I could do the skin between his balls and ass.  I then carefully felt around
and touched up a couple of spots I had missed.

Then, to be sure, I started checking Steve's crotch with my tongue.  I love
running my tongue over the smooth skin above a shaved cock.  I feasted on
Steve's balls, running my tongue over and around them as I sucked them into my
mouth.  I gave Steve's cock a couple of sucks, but stopped when he warned me
he was close.  As I stood up, I ran my tongue along his chest, then worked on
each tit.  I was right; they were perfectly lickable nipples!

Steve surprised me again.  He reached for my crotch and felt the few hairs
which were starting to grow back.  "Now it's my turn to do you!" Steve said.
He picked up the razor, and I told him, "Not that one.  Take a clean razor.
Never use a razor on two people."

So, Steve picked up a new razor (I've installed a razor dispenser on the wall
of my shower; some people have soap or shampoo dispensers.  To each his own.)
He lathered up my chest and quickly scraped off the stubble.  For someone who
had probably never shaved a chest-or another guy-he did quite well.  He
stopped just about my pubes, and told me to turn around.

I could feel Steve lathering up my back, then scraping off the few hairs
there.  He worked his way down to my ass, then held it spread with one hand as
he scraped away the hairs with the razor in his other hand.  He continued
lower, getting as much hair on my perineum as he could conveniently reach.  I
noticed his finger lingered around my asshole, as though he was deciding
whether or not to go in.  He decided not to.  Oh well, time for that later.

Steve told me to turn around.  I faced him, and he started lathering up my
chest to clean off the stubble there.  He worked his way down, even pausing to
tweak my tits after he'd cleaned off the shaving cream (and hair) surround
them.  He knelt to work on my crotch.  Now, usually I don't do the hair around
my cock, just my cock and balls, but with such a fun barber, how could I
resist?

Soon my crotch was denuded of its covering.  Steve carefully rinsed off all
remaining shaving cream, turning me this way and that under the shower, before
leaning forward and inhaling my cock, like he hadn't eaten for a week.  I
suspect Steve had only sucked cock once before in his life, namely mine the
last time he was over at my house.  Either he had innate talent, or he had
been practicing unbeknownst to me; I was soon very close to cumming.  I pushed
his head away, and he slowly got to his feet, rubbing his smooth chest against
my smooth chest as he stood up.  Finding that that felt good, he continued
rubbing, our cocks intertwining and rubbing as he rubbed.  "What now?" Steve
asked.