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From: SILVERI@QUCDN.QueensU.CA (Silver Tiger)
Subject: REPOST: Dorm Encounters XVIII: A Close Shave!
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Dorm Encounters XVIII: A Close Shave!
 
     I've always had a fascination with swimmers.  Male swimmers,
that is.  Their sleek refined muscular bodies melt my heart and
raise my cock every time I see one.  Every time.
 
     There were two swimmers on my hall, and they were roommates.
Terry and Peter lived about ten doors down the hall from me, and
as they were always practicing, I rarely saw them at all.
 
     One night, though, I was startled from my studies (rare
occurrence, people!) to a knock on the door.  In strolled Terry
and Peter, dressed in warmups.  Their hair was still wet, and I
guessed from the early evening hour that they were just coming in
from practice.
 
     I looked up from my desk and said, "What can I do for you,
fellows?"
 
     They stood there awkwardly for a few seconds and then Terry
spoke, somewhat shyly.  "Look, Andrew.  We need some advice.
Tomorrow's our biggest meet of the season and Coach told us all
to go home and shave our arms and legs so we can be sleek in the
water tomorrow.  We wanted to know if you knew any secrets or
something...."
 
     "Well," I replied, warming to the subject suddenly, "I've
never shaved anything but my face, but I used to watch my Mom as
a kid when she shaved her legs and stuff.  What sort of advice
did you have in mind?"
 
     Peter took up the conversation.  "Actually, we think we can
do it, but we don't want all the other guys laughing at us if we
do it in the community shower.  We were wondering if (a) you
could help us since we're totally clueless and we don't want to
get any cuts, and (b) if we could use your bathroom."
 
     RA's on my campus had private baths, and I've always been
thankful for that, now more than ever!  "Sure, I think that would
be fine.  Do you have some razors and shaving cream?"
 
     Peter held up a KMart bag containing all the necessary
tools.  I ushered them to the bed and told them to take their
warmups off and leave their underwear on.  I discovered, watching
the undress, two very fundamental things.  First I discovered
that they were both really HOT.  Second I discovered that they
were both still wearing their regulation Speedo bathing suits
from practice.  This made it easier to accomplish the task, I
thought.
 
     I showed them into the bathroom and told Peter to fill the
tub with bath-temperature water and submerse himself in it to get
his legs wet.  I then told him to sit on the toilet (with the
cover down) and Terry and I began lathering up his legs.
Truthfully, there was not a whole lot of hair on either one of
them, and it looked like it would be an easy job overall.
 
     Once Peter was covered from the edge of his bathing suit to
his ankles, Terry and I each took a leg and began shaving,
dipping the razors into the tub after each stroke.  At first it
was kind of difficult because I didn't want to hurt Peter at all,
but once I got the hang of it, I began really enjoying myself.
 
     I was getting really wet and covered with shaving cream from
the process and stood up to drop my shirt and pants, leaving only
my tight g-string undies on.  Neither man gave me the slightest
look as I lowered my dress to this level, and we continued to
shave Peter.
 
     Once we decided that his legs were done, we had him rinse in
the tub and wet his arms.  I had him stand in the middle of the
bathroom and raise his arms above his head.  Terry and I began
carefully moving our razors around his underarm, taking every
little hair out of there with the utmost care.  He wiggled a
little every now and then as it certainly must have tickled.  We
then had him lower his arms and we did them too until the only
hair left on him was on his head and a slight downy effect on his
chest.
 
     "Now if you want to be totally right about this, Peter,
we're going to have to do the chest, too, man!" I said.
 
     "OK, but take it easy.  I'm really ticklish!" he said.
 
     With that we washed his chest off and I ran my fingers over
it lightly, feeling for hair before we creamed him up.  Shaving
his chest proved to be the most difficult since he was so
ticklish, and I had to step back every few seconds and let him
get a hold of himself before we went on.  Standing back at one
point to survey my work, I noticed that his cock had taken on a
definite rise inside those tight little Speedo's.  Oh my, I
thought to myself.  This could really get interesting.
 
     Terry and I were finally satisfied that we were done and we
let Peter shower quickly to rinse off.  I began to clean up a
little while he did so, and I was amazed to find Terry staring at
his teammate with rapt attention as Peter caressed himself with
the soap and rinse under the spray.  I looked down at his crotch
and realized that he, too, was turned on by all of this, and
began to wonder if there was more to this roommate/teammate
relationship than met the eye.
 
     Peter got out of the shower and began to dry off.  Once dry,
he and I repeated the entire process for Terry, starting with the
legs and ending with the chest.  Terry was a little hairier than
Peter and it took a little longer.  Glances every few seconds
revealed hard lumps in both pairs of Speedo's and I threw a rod
after some consideration of the effects it might have.  This was
getting too hot!!
 
     We finally finished Terry off and as he rinsed, this time
with Peter watching fervently, I cleaned up the floor and put all
the razors in the garbage can.  As I stood up, Peter looked me up
and down and said, "You know, Andrew, you have quite a bod,
yourself, man.  You would look awesome shaved!"
 
     "I don't know, Peter.  It's kind of strange, isn't it?" I
asked with fake innocence that he probably didn't read correctly.
 
     "No, actually it feels really cool," he said, caressing his
arms, chest and legs.  "Really sexy, I mean.  Here-- just run
your hands on my chest and tell me what you think!"
 
     I placed my hands on his chest and moved them around,
feeling the soft skin and, I must admit, really liking what I
felt.  "So what do you say, man?" he asked me with a glint in his
eyes.
 
     "OK, it'll always grow back if I don't like it, right?"
 
     "Right!" Peter said.  Terry had been listening to all this
and still had his hardon, I could see.  They prepared the bath
for me and had me dunk, then lathered my legs and began shaving.
I squirmed on the seat of the john as the razors ran up and down
my legs and felt really fine!  My cock soared in my tight
underwear, and it was making me very uncomfortable.
 
     I think Terry noticed this because he said, "Your underwear
is in the way, man.  Can't get into the cracks with it on."  With
that, the two looked at each other and together yanked my
underwear down and off.  They stared at my erection and smiled at
each other knowingly.  "Jesus, man," Terry said, "He's as hard as
we are!"
 
     I looked down and, true to his word, they were both rock
hard with cocktips showing above their waistbands.  We were all a
little nervous at this point, and I suppose to ease the tension,
the simultaneously stepped out of their suits as well, causing
their cocks to bounce up and slap their rock hard stomachs.
Resuming the shaving, Peter "accidentally" slipped and began
shaving my pubic mound.  Much to my surprise, I enjoyed the
sensation immensely, and allowed both of them to continue until
my cock, balls and crotch were totally devoid of hair.
 
     "Look at him!" Terry exclaimed.  "He looks like a little
baby now!" he continued, running his hands all over what was once
a luscious bush.  "It feels really hot!  You guys gotta do me
next!"
 
     Well, to make a long story short, we ended up shaving all
three of our crotches and we joined each other in the shower,
somewhat cramped for space, I might add, to rinse off.
               We ran our hands over each other as we rinsed, and I believe
the touches were a little more than lingering.  Our cocks waved
in the fine mist of the shower and we all grinned as we continued
to caress each others' smooth bodies.  We got out of the shower
and dried each other off.
 
     This was too intense for me.  I ran my hands over my new
clean-shaven friends and exclaimed, "This is by far the most
erotic thing I have ever done, guys!"
 
     "We think so too, man.  Let's go into the other room and
check each other out!" said Peter with a grin.  He pulled both of
us into my room and we climbed onto the bed.
 
     In no time flat, we were caressing and stroking each others'
smooth bodies, our erections straining with the erotic pressures.
I could stand it no longer and sank my lips onto Terry's smooth
cock.  I took him whole to the root and ran my tongue over his
smooth pubic mound and absolutely went nuts with the sensations
my tongue was feeling.  Peter was quick to join in, swallowing my
pounding throbbing cock to the hilt as well.  I suppose Terry
felt a little left out because he told us to get on the floor so
we could daisy-chain.
 
     Soon the three of us were writhing around on the floor, each
mouth busy on a cock and each pair of hands feeling and caressing
the smooth naked body it was sucking.  It was intense, absolutely
marvelous.  Like sucking off a man-sized baby or something.
 
     The sexual pressures were too great for this to last much
longer, and we each climaxed into waiting mouths violently.  My
cum shot out of my cock like wet bullets and I swallowed Terry's
hot steamy load hungrily.  Once we had all drank to our fill and
pulled off the dick we were working on, we fell back, panting and
breathing hard as we did.  I lay, looking at the two smooth demi-
gods before me and was moved beyond words.  I couldn't speak they
were so incredibly gorgeous.  Something like models in gay porno
magazines, I suppose.  They are always clean shaven and oiled
down.....
 
     Oiled down?  Did I think Oiled Down?  What a wonderful idea.
As I sprang up and ran to the desk, I could see they were
puzzled, but when I returned with my huge family sized bottle of
baby oil, they got the idea.
 
     "Now here's the rules," I said.  "You can't put it on
yourself but you have to be totally covered by the time it's
over," I continued.  They nodded comically and held their hands
out.  I let them work on each other for a few minutes and was
incredibly hard in minutes watching these two men, who, by now I
realized had done something like this to each other before, oil
each other down.  It was erotic, kinky and sexy as hell.  They
finished each other and went to work on me together until the
three of us glistened in the lamplight.  I got my camera out and
we took turns photographing each other solo, and then together in
sexy poses.  The polaroids rolled out and I got the brilliant
idea to take some fuck shots.
 
     The two of them seemed ok with that, and Terry mounted his
teammate with great ease and began pistoning in and out of his
smooth oily ass.  I took several shots and finally had to put the
camera down as I could not hold my hands steady.  This was better
than any porno movie I had ever seen, and I had to get in on the
action before I spewed all over the place.
 
     I came up behind Terry and rammed into his warm tight ass.
We fucked in tandem creating a marvelous rhythm that had us all
grunting and groaning loudly.  Our six arms roamed each others
oily bodies and the feelings and sexual tensions were just too
much for words.  Infuckingcredible is all I can say!
 
     Without much pretense, I began pounding my fuckee, shooting
gob after gob of hot sticky semen up his chute.  I could tell
from his grunting that he was filling Peter at the same time, and
I looked around the slimy bodies just in time to see Peter
fisting his load all over the floor.
 
     When it was all over, we fell to the floor and took turns
sliding all over each other and kissing.  The passion wearing
thin, we jumped in the shower and cleaned up, dressing after
doing so.
 
     As Peter and Terry left, Peter smiled and kissed me saying,
"We will most likely need touch ups in a few days.  Interested?"
 
     "Of course, stud!  You bring the razors, I'll bring the
oil!!"