Date: Sat, 18 Jul 1998 00:18:46 EDT
From: EBayBarber@aol.com
Subject: Underwater Shave

Warning: While the technical aspects of the scuba dive are reasonably
accurate, the story below depicts a fantasy which could be dangerous to
carry out in real life.  Do not try this at home!  And besides, it probably
WOULD clog up the pool filter, my story notwithstanding.

Underwater Shave
Copyright 1998

Mike and I are on the swim team together at the university.  Mike is
Captain of the Swim Team.  It's a position he earned as much because of his
good looks, winning smile, and nine-inch cock as the fact that he'll
probably be on the Olympic swim team next summer.  I am the Team Barber, a
position I've held since my freshman year, when the guys found out my
father was a barber, and I knew how to wield a straight razor.  It's a
position I relish -- I really get off on shaving guys (as Robert Frost
said, "I've made vocation and avocation one.").  My collection of "before"
and "after" shots would make a chicken hawk green with envy.  And I often
get to lick or suck off the cocks and balls of the guys I've shaved, even
the straight ones -- how else am I going to make sure I haven't missed
anything?  All in all, it's a job made in heaven!

Mike looks like your idea of a college swimmer, that is, if your idea is
around 5'10, has a mop of sandy blonde hair, turquoise-blue eyes, a 42"
chest tapering down to a 28" waist, and muscular legs to die for.  I look
pretty similar, only my hair is more brown than blonde, and my chest is
only 41".  I also have muscular legs-- I've been swimming since I was 3,
and apparently I have great feet, or so I've been told by guys that like to
suck on them.

Mike's hung a little bit better than I am, 7-1/2" to my 7", so we measured
one day.  His balls are average, or maybe a tad on the small size.  Mine,
on the other hand, are large, almost huge.  And someone was generous in the
spermatic cord department, also.  I can comfortably wear a 3" ball-
stretcher all day -- and have -- and even a 4" stretcher does not stretch
my balls to their fullest.  This is all great when I'm having sex, but can
be quite a problem when I'm trying to stuff all that equipment into a
skimpy Speedo bathing suit.  But I digress ...

Mike, like many of the guys on the Team, likes to let his hair grow out
during the summer.  I'm not sure whether he just wants to remind himself
what it looks like, or he really likes the feeling at the beginning of the
school year as I scrape him down with a straight razor.  I know it's MY
favorite time of year, doing all of the guys when they come back from
summer vacation; I just about walk around with a hard-on for the first
couple of weeks as I shave them all!

I got back to school my junior year a couple of days before Mike did.  I
knew when he was coming in, though, since I had to pick him up at the bus
station -- I had a car and he didn't.  Mike came out of the bus station
wearing a tank top, which showed off his great physique and tan, and an
outrageously short pair of fluorescent orange shorts.  As he got into the
car, I reached over and grabbed a couple of the scant chest hairs that
poked above his shirt.  "Looks like I have my work cut out for me."

As we drove back to the dorms, chatting about the summer, my hand rested on
Mike's crotch.  As I felt him stiffen beneath my playful fingers, I slipped
my hand into his shorts and under the jock which he always wore when he
wanted to look decent (he wore nothing underneath when he wanted to look
indecent!)  I felt the hairs on his cock and balls, to say nothing of the
hairs along his ass crack as I moved my hand lower, or above his cock as I
moved it upward.  "I was going to do it, earlier this summer, but know how
much you enjoy taking it off," was Mike's reply.  What a nice roommate!
Mike and I are not only teammates, and shaving and fuck-buddies, but we're
also dorm mates.  With that I told Mike, "I've thought up something really
special for you this year."

"What?" asked Mike, hardening at the thought of my surprise, or maybe
because my fingers were sliding back and forth across the already-leaking
head of his cock.

"Underwater!"  I exclaimed, grinning.  You see, Mike earns his spending
money as head of the student lifeguards, so he has keys to all of the
campus pools.  I earn my money as head of the student scuba instructors, so
I have access to all of the scuba gear.  Mike could get us into the pool
after hours, and I could get us scuba gear so we could breath underwater.
I figured if we stayed close to the filter intake, we wouldn't leave a mess
in the pool when I shaved Mike underwater.

"Kewl!" Mike exclaimed, as he tried to figure out what I had in mind.  Then
he added, "When?"

"How about eleven tonight?  I suggested.  "That'll give the pool an hour to
get empty, and give me time to set things up."  Mike agreed, and came in my
hand at the same time.  I pulled my hand from Mike's shorts, then licked it
clean just as we were pulling into the driveway in front of the dorm.

Eleven o'clock found me in the scuba room, attaching BCs and regulators to
tanks, and putting weights onto weight belts.  Mike joined me, and helped
me carry the gear to the edge of the pool.  The last two items I brought
out were a mesh gear bag and an old blanket.

"What now?" asked Mike.

"Now we strip," I said.  Mike and I slipped off our street clothes.  I
licked my lips as I saw Mike's body -- it still turns me on even though I
see Mike naked at least twice a day, in the morning and just before bed,
since we both sleep in the nude.  Mike reached over and ran a hand down my
own smooth chest and on to my shaved crotch.  He hefted my balls as he,
too, licked his lips.  As I started getting hard, I turned away -- we had
work to do.

"Wait `til I'm dressed and I'll tell you."  I slipped a tank and BC on,
and fastened the belt.  I then put on a light weight belt and slipped on my
fins.  I then checked my gear, and had Mike do another safety check.  I
then spit in my mask, rinsed it out, and slipped it on.  I then slid into
the pool.

"Start handing me gear," I said to Mike.  "Start with the blanket and those
weights."  Mike handed me the blanket and four small weights.  I stuck the
regulator in my mouth, deflated my BC, and headed for the bottom.  I swam
to the deep end, around sixteen feet deep.  I spread out the blanket as
best I could, next to the filter.  I put one weight in each corner.  The
blanket would protect Mike from the cold bottom of the pool.

I swam to the surface and Mike started handing me the gear.  "Go turn the
filter on," I told Mike just before I headed for the bottom with a tank.
After a couple of trips, all the gear was on the bottom.  Finally, the last
of the equipment was underwater, and I was ready.  Back at the surface I
told Mike, "Put on a mask, and head for the bottom.  Then grab the red
regulator and lay on your back."

Mike spit into his mask and rinsed it.  In the meantime I headed for the
bottom.  Mike jumped in and swam for the blanket.  I handed him the
regulator.  He took a breath, gave me the "ok" sign, and tried to lie on
his back on the blanket.  He floated a little, but sank to the bottom as I
laid a weight belt over his chest.

I then moved to one corner of the blanket and picked up a short weight
belt.  Maybe a foot separated a four-pound weight at either end.  I took
Mike's outspread arm and slipped it under the weight belt.  I did his other
arm, then each foot.  I then moved back to appreciate the scene: Mike lay
spread-eagled on the bottom of the pool, each arm and leg held in place by
a short weight belt.  I moved the tank Mike was using to one side, out of
my way.  Mike looked at me and smiled, and gave me another "ok" sign with
one of his trapped hands.

I reached for the mesh bag I'd brought down and pulled out four or five
disposable razors, to which I'd attached a small fishing weight.  I laid
them on the blanket where they'd be handy.  I then adjusted my BC so I was
barely floating, picked up one of the razors, and headed towards Mike's
left arm.

I pulled Mike's arm out from under the weight, and held it vertical.  I
then carefully stroked the razor down its entire length, stripping away
what little hair grew there.  Holding onto Mike's hand so I wouldn't float
away, I circled Mike's arm and scraped away the hair.  The water made a
perfect lubricant, and the hair just floated away towards the filter.  As I
scraped away the first hairs I could feel my cock hardening -- shaving
always has that effect on me.

I aimed lower, and scraped away the hair in Mike's armpit.  Finishing with
that arm, I inserted it under its weight belt "bondage" and headed for
Mike's other arm, which was soon devoid of hair.  I then aimed myself for
the other end of Mike's body.

I pulled Mike's left leg from under its weight belt, and held it close to
vertical.  This time I started close to Mike's crotch and started scraping.
As I did I "carelessly" brushed against Mike's cock, which soon reacted
appropriately.  It stood there, almost rock hard but bobbing sensuously in
the movement of the pool water.  I worked my way around Mike's leg, working
as close to his ass as I could reach comfortably.  When I finished with
that leg, I inserted it into its bondage.

I moved to the other leg, and scraped away.  Mike's cock kept waving in the
water as his body moved gently as I worked on it.  I set it down, and moved
up along Mike's body to start working on the good stuff.  I let some air
out of my BC so I'd lose a little buoyancy.  Mike lifted his head and I
started scraping at his neck.  I took quick but delicate strokes as I moved
to his oversized chest.

Just for fun I took hold of one of Mike's tits, and used it as an anchor as
I scraped away what little hair covered his chest.  I set down the razor on
Mike's belly, and gently rubbed his chest, checking for any spots I'd
missed.  I touched up a couple, then started working on what little hair
grew on his belly, working closer and closer to the flagpole marking the
treasure (or WAS the flagpole the treasure?)

I picked up a clean razorblade and started taking small bites from the hair
growing above Mike's cock, sort of like when you take only small swathes
with a lawnmower when the grass is really high.  I worked my way down to
the base of Mike's cock, then started working my way around, carefully
scraping away all signs of puberty.

I took hold of the tip of Mike's cock, rubbing it as I did as I floated
above it.  It felt slightly slippery -- a slipperiness which did not come
just from the water covering it!  I floated above Mike's cock, surveying it
as I carefully ran the razorblade down all sides.  Of course I had to rub
it occasionally to make sure it was smooth.  And of course it proudly
straightened itself with all the attention it was getting.  My cock
hardened as well.  But at last I was done there, Mike's bush was gone, and
I moved lower.

Mike's balls floated gently in the surge of the pool.  I took careful hold
of the end of Mike's sac, and bent it back, tautening the skin against my
hand.  I ran the razor carefully across Mike's sac, scraping away the blond
hairs delicately covering his balls.  I twisted my hand to do the top
surface of Mike's sac.  I took Mike's sac in my fist so only one was
peeking through, and scraped away.  I then did his other ball.  I rubbed
them gently, checking for hairs, and shaved away what few hairs I'd missed
the first time.

At last I was satisfied that Mike's front was done.  I set down the razor
in my hand, and floated back a little to admire my work.  Mike's still-hard
cock bobbed back and forth, inviting me back to him.  I moved forward.

Floating just above Mike's cock, I took a deep breath from the regulator,
then took it out of my mouth.  I moved my head downward and lightly brushed
my lips against the tip of Mike's cock.  I then took hold of it in one hand
and, floating just above it, ran my tongue back and forth.  After a few
seconds of this, I stuck the regulator back in my mouth, took a couple of
breaths, pulled it out again, and went back to work on Mike's cock.

This time I opened my mouth and sucked deeply and greedily.  I pulled my
head back until just the tip of Mike's cock was still in my mouth, swirled
my tongue a couple of times around the flange guarding its head, and sucked
its length back into my mouth.  I repeated this several times before I
reluctantly stopped to take another couple of breaths from the regulator.

I went back to work, sucking for maybe thirty seconds, then taking a couple
of breaths from the regulator, then sucking once again.  Usually Mike takes
a while to come, but I guess the scene, or maybe the water, or maybe my
excellent technique -- I'd been practicing all summer! -- was having its
effect.  I could feel Mike's cock thickening and could see his balls
pulling in.

I knew it would look really great to see Mike pop his load into the pool
and see the cum swirl away, but how could I let that delicious nectar go to
waste?  I took a breath, planted my mouth on Mike's cock, tongued the tip a
couple of times -- I knew Mike liked that -- and waited a couple of
seconds.  Sure enough, I soon felt the first spurt leaving the tip of
Mike's cock.  It tasted as good as always -- I bet I could pick it out in a
blind taste test -- now THAT would be fun to try!  A second and third spurt
soon followed, and yet a fourth, as Mike lay there, in his characteristic
quiet way -- unless you were watching or tasting, you could hardly tell he
was cumming!

At last Mike was sated; no more nectar was leaving his cock.  I took my
mouth away, stuck the regulator in my mouth, and looked up at his face.  He
was grinning widely, and he was giving me the "ok" sign with BOTH hands.
Why, he probably thought we were done!

I moved forward and carefully pulled Mike's arms and legs out from beneath
their respective weight belts; only the weight belt across his chest kept
him from floating away.  I indicated that I wanted Mike to turn over onto
his stomach, and I held the weight belt in place as he turned.  The
realization of what was yet to come must have finally hit home -- again
Mike smiled broadly, thinking he knew my plan.  Again I knew he was wrong!

After Mike was lying on his stomach, I helped him push each arm under its
weight belt, then worked each leg under its restraint.  I then repositioned
things, spreading Mike's legs wide apart, so I could reach everything.

I started at Mike's neck, scraping away a few hairs which his head-barber
(or was I the head barber?) had missed.  Mike was soon cleaned of what
little down he had on his shoulders and back, and I worked my way downward
toward my goal.  Since I was floating, Mike only felt the light touch of
the razor as I scraped away.

I stopped at the top of Mike's crack, and moved to the other end, carefully
scraping the hairs from his perineum.  I rubbed my hand back and forth,
then spot shaved what few errant hairs I'd missed.  I then started working
on Mike's ass.

I spread Mike's cheeks apart and gently scraped.  I could feel Mike
writhing beneath my gentle touch, and I spanked him, sort of -- it's hard
to spank someone under water -- to get him to lie still.  But could you lie
still if you were underwater and a shaving razor was running lightly down
the sides of your ass crack?

I finished my shaving, and rested a moment.  Mike turned his head, looking
back to see what I was doing.  I'd picked up all of the razors and put them
carefully back into my bag.  Then I'd pulled out a small foil packet!

I stuck my arm under Mike's waist, pulling it upward so that Mike was soon
resting on his elbows and knees; his ass was thrust upward, eagerly
awaiting MY flagpole.  I adjusted the weight belts on Mike's ankles, and
indicated that he should just hold on to the ones at his hands.  Only then
did I rip open the foil packet and pull out my protection.

I slipped the rubber onto my cock, and carefully unrolled it along the
length of my turgid organ, forcing all of the water out as I unrolled it.
I then put the foil packet back into the mesh bag -- I hate garbage in the
pool -- and positioned myself behind Mike.

The water acted as perfect lubrication; my cock was soon buried to the hilt
in Mike's ass.  He waited for my thrusting to start.  Instead, I reached
down and took the weight belts from over each of his ankles.  I then
twisted my body around -- it's amazing what you can do when you're
weightless under water.  I pulled one of Mike's legs around my body, and
voila!  I was now lying on my back beneath and face to face with Mike, with
my cock still deep in Mike's ass.

I pulled Mike's legs around me, pulling myself upward and closer.  I then
twisted again, and now I was on top.  Mike lay there, adjusting himself to
my hard organ.

I then reached for my octopus regulator and aimed it at Mike's mouth.  Mike
took his own regulator from his mouth and started breathing from my tank.
He let go of the weights he'd been holding onto, and wrapped his arms
around my shoulders.  I started adding air to my BC, and we were soon
floating a foot or so above the bottom of the pool.

Only then did I start thrusting, working my cock in and out of Mike's ass.
Because we were both weightless, as I thrust forward, Mike's ass was pushed
away and into the bottom of the pool.  Mike tightened his legs around me so
that I could sort of leverage myself on them, and pretty soon we were
fucking "normally," well, if you call it normal to be floating under ten or
fifteen feet of water as you fuck your brains out!

As I fucked, I started kicking, and we soon started circling along the
bottom of the pool.  The sensation felt great, but then, it always feels
great to fuck Mike.  Alas, all good things must come to an end.  After only
two circuits of the pool I could feel that my cock was ready to blow.  I
aimed us gently upward.  In only a couple of seconds my cock started
thickening and the first of my cum was leaving my cock.  Mike started
writhing beneath me as he felt the first of my orgasm, and I could swear I
felt a slippery mess between our bellies as Mike came again!

I felt myself tapering off, my cock spent, just as our heads broke the
surface of the water.  I quickly filled my BC with air.  Mike and I spit
our regulators out of our mouths, and floated there, catching our breaths.
Only then did we hear the clapping of our swimming teammates, who'd snuck
into the pool area and watched our show!

With the help of our appreciative audience, we soon got the scuba gear from
the bottom of the pool.  Mike's hairs seemed to have been taken care of by
the pool filter -- not a trace did we find.  We stood on the pool deck,
toweling off, again and again hearing how hot we'd looked, shaving,
sucking, and then fucking.  The guys ran their hands along Mike's smooth
body, providing testimony to my shaving skills (and Mike's hot body!)  Only
after I'd promised to repeat the scene with a couple of them would they let
us leave the pool and head for our dorm rooms (and the mandatory
first-day-of-school orgy -- but that's a story for another time).