Date: Sat, 15 Sep 2001 17:36:03 -0300
From: Bidwell61@hotmail.com
Subject: A Close Shave For Uncle Dave

This is a work of pure fiction, unfortunately. If you are underage in you
province, state, or country, read no further. You know, all the regular
legal stuff.

This story is about mutual sex between two men over 18 years of age.

This story belongs to the writer, and cannot be reproduced without my
permission.

It takes a while to get to the "good stuff" but I think it's worth it!


A Close Shave for Uncle Dave

	The first time I met Uncle Dave, I was 6. It was at the wake of my
grandfather. He was my grandmother's baby brother. I remember how handsome
he was, even in the eyes of a 6-year-old boy. His cloths were impeccable
and he struck quite the form.

	It was years later when I saw him again. He had come home with his
"wife" and their son and his wife's daughter.

	I would have been about 14 at the time and was finding my way in
the world of sex and that I was attracted to men. Our families spent a day
at the beach and I was pleased to see he wore a Speedo swimsuit. Strangely,
he didn't show much in the basket department, but the overall package was
there. He was in good physical shape, a beautiful hairy defined chest and
legs that were covered with soft brown hair. There was some hair on his
back too. All the years of his physically demanding job had paid off.

	Over the next decade, the visits were not very frequent. Usually
when one of his sisters died here on the east coast.

	My family knew I was gay when I was 24. I told them in a letter (a
stupid move on my part) and they accepted me. It was something that I had
not really excepted from them.

Years later my mother had later told me that she had a theory that men that
went from woman to woman were looking for something. Something that perhaps
they could have found with another man. Uncle Dave was one of those men. So
was her paternal grandfather. She was glad that I would never do that to a
woman. Dave had been sneaking around behind his wife's back for years. It
was common knowledge, even with him on the West coast, and I on the East.

	I had a conference on the West coast two years ago and I stayed
with him and his family. What a mess. The son living in what was the family
room, divorced, and unemployed. The daughter from his wife's past of
one-night-stands, living in a small room off the laundry room with her
6-year-old son. A real happy bunch! Very Brady...NOT!

	During my stay at their home, Dave and I were left home while the
wife went to work, the son went "job hunting" and the daughter was at work
and son was at school.

	Dave had taken a week of work to spend some time with me and show
me the city. The first day, I slept late and when I got up, he had already
taken the wife to work. I knew there was no one home, so I just pulled on a
pair of briefs and went into the kitchen to get a coffee and a cigarette.

As I lit the cigarette and took a sip of coffee, Dave turned the corner
into the kitchen. "Having a whore's breakfast? We do have eggs you know"
said Dave. I smirked and stood there in my Jockey Sport briefs. I thought
about getting more to wear, but said to me self, forget it.


-2-

I took a section of the paper and Dave took the one of the others.

He asked me what I wanted to do today and I said I was flexible. I then
thought about going to the Gay Village for lunch. Dave knew I was gay, no
biggie.

He said that would be fine, and we read the paper making small chitchat as
we read.

After I had a few smokes and had read the paper, I said I needed a shower
and then we could be off.

I took my shaving gear into the bathroom and washed me face before I
shaved. I looked in the mirror and could see the reflection in the mirrored
shower doors behind me that my back was getting hairy enough for a shave
too. I had the hair removal product I use and then realized I couldn't
reach the whole of my back. I wrapped a towel around my waist and yelled
out to Dave.

"Dave, can you come here for a minute? I need some help".

Dave walked to the doorway and asked what was wrong. I said that nothing
was wrong; I just needed some help putting some hair removal cream on my
back. He looked like at me like I was crazy. I told him that I had been
doing "creative shaving" for years and my back needed attention. He asked
me what to do and I explained it. Using was warm washcloth, wipe my back
down, and then apply a layer of the cream.

"Sounds simple enough", he said. Then he started. His thick hands felt
great against my back. There were the hands of a man that had used them his
entire life at physical work. I was getting something between a back wash
and a massage. The growth under the towel was not going to be easy to hide
for long. I pushed up against the sink to hide my stiff cock.

When Dave was done I told him it took about 10 minutes to work, then I
showered it off.

We went back into the kitchen to have another coffee and cigarette while we
waited. Dave said, "When did you get into shaving your back?" I told him
"only in the last few years. My best friend says it's prickly against his
back when we share a bed." He sort of nodded as if to say that made sense.

I then took a chance I had never thought I would have the balls to make and
told him, "Shaving my balls and ass hole is another story".

He put his coffee on the table and said "WHAT?"

I told him, "I've been doing that for years"

"Why on God name would you shave your balls and your ass hole? Aren't you
scared of cutting yourself?" Dave asked.

I told him the story of meeting a man in a bar in Toronto years before and
somehow the subject of shaved pubic areas came up. He told me to stick my
hand into his right pocket. To my sheer glee, the bottom was cut out and I
got a hand full of the smoothest, biggest balls I had ever had the pleasure
of fondling. To make a long story short, we ended up being fuck buddies for
years. Every time he came to Toronto we got together and had a wonderful
couple of days. I explained to Dave that to a young man in Toronto in the
late 80's, it was magic.


-3-

We went to shows, dinners in the finest restaurants and had evenings of the
greatest sex two men can have together. Among the things he taught me were
shaving, how to eat ass so a man squeals like a pig, how to give a blowjob
while working his ass with your fingers or a dildo. And all of it safer
sex. He was a wonderful teacher. His partner was a lucky man.

By the time I had told Dave the story, the timer on the stove had gone off
and it was time to shower off. I got up from the table and went back into
the bathroom. I took off my towel and got the water to the temperature I
like. Steaming. As I was starting to wipe the cream off my back, the
bathroom door opened and Dave walked in. With just a towel around his
waist. He dropped the towel and opened the shower door and climbed in.

"Thought I should finish what I started" he said. I was stunned. For over
25 years I had dreamed of this happening, and here was the dreams of my
first few jerk off sessions as a 13 year old. I tried to play it cool and
passed him the face cloth and he started to wipe my back off. I told him to
be careful, the stuff could wash onto him, and then there would be some
explaining to do!

Sadly, he said, "Not likely. Darlene hasn't paid any attention to me since
her last birthday".

I decided to take the bull by the horns and turned around, 8-1/2 hard
inches of cock inches away from Dave's own rapidly growing dick. It was
beautiful. His cock was about the same size as mine, but slightly thicker
and uncut. As the tension and the steam grew around us, I decided to make
the first move and gently grabbed his hardening dick. He took my lead and
did the same to me. He smiled and said, "I love the way your cock feels. I
like cut dicks best"

I smiled back at him and said, "I like clean uncut dicks, they are like
Lego."

"What do you mean by that?" he asked.

"I'll show you," I said. "It's like a new toy every day!" As I leaned close
and took his chin in my hand I kissed him, for the first time on the
lips. No tough, just a gentle, manly kiss. I started by putting my hands on
his shoulders and began to touch his body. He shock slightly. I began to
kiss my way down his chest. The soft brown hair with a patch of gray in the
middle tickled my nose. As I licked his nipples and gave them a gentle
bite, his cock got hard as a brick! He loved this. "Damn I'm good," I
thought to myself. I worked my way down until I was on my knees in the tub,
the warm water falling onto my head as I came face to face with one of the
most beautiful cocks I had ever seen. I kissed the semi-covered head and
wrapped my hand around the shaft. I gently kissed the shaft, working my way
down to his balls. I licked his nuts in a way I sensed he had not had done
in a very long time. They filled my mouth and I loved it. I worked his
genitals over for some time, lost in the pleasure I was giving him and the
way it made me own cock hard became evident to Dave. I licked under the
foreskin and pulled on it with my lips, ran my tongue under the flap of
skin. He was lost in the pleasure I was giving him. The skin was slightly
tight when I retracted it, but it was getting him off. He placed his hands
under my arms, picked my up and looked down the four inches that separated
us in height and kissed me, this time, it was a very deep, passionate kiss.


-4-

"I haven't had a man make me feel like that for over 20 years" he said.

"That long, my poor Uncle Dave," I replied.

"Now it's my turn, and remember, it's been along time since I sucked cock,
so let's hope it's like riding a bicycle, he said.

He didn't take the time I had to get to the treasure, but when he got
there, he was good. Not great, but good. I sensed he would be a worthy
student under my tutelage.

As he sucked my cock, he jerked himself off slowly, occasionally increasing
the pace. I took his hand and told him to pull gently on my balls. He
rolled them gently around in the smooth sack. He then started to lick my
balls, that and nibbling on my ears sends me over the edge. He kept up the
pace on my cock and balls and as I heard his breath quicken, I pulled out
of his mouth, knelt down in front of him. As the strokes got faster, we
each took our free hand, placed it behind the others head, drew close and
kissed wildly. We drew closer and shot our loads within seconds of each
other. Our cocks, stomachs and chests were covered with the mix of each
other's cum.

We held each other, for how long, I don't know, but the water was getting
cooler. We stood up and just held hands. The silence was slightly
uncomfortable, but I broke it and asked Dave for the shampoo. He smiled and
passed me the Shampoo and a bar of soap. I smiled back and asked him if he
wanted his back washed. He said "yah, why not".

He took the shampoo back and started to wash my hair. I shut my eyes and
relished the head massage I was getting. I pulled him closer and wrapped my
arms around his waist and ran the bar of soap over his strong back. As he
finished up, he whispered in my ear, I want you to shave all the hair off
my balls. I was pleasantly surprised. "What will Darlene say? Won't she ask
any questions?" I asked. "Like she ever goes near my nuts these days", he
said.

I thought for a second and said I would show him how to do it himself, but
he insisted I do it, he wanted to feel the way I did the first time I had
my teacher do mine.

We got out of the tub and dried each other off. It would take a few minutes
for the water to heat up again and I needed to get a few things ready.



End of Part I



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