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**Brief summary:** ***[Victor](https://www.reddit.com/u/bing_bang_b0ng/s/3rm05t24fl), the CFO of TannerCorp, sought out the delightful sweetheart, [Garrett](https://www.reddit.com/u/bing_bang_b0ng/s/cg7isMZ7fe) to work under him. But Victor wanted something more, and now the two are a couple in secret, and Garrett is exploring some new worlds with him.***
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“Victor,” I sputtered, following him down the hall. He stopped at the guest bathroom.
“Yes, darling?” He looked at me with those green eyes, and I nearly went weak at the knees.
“When you say… shave you…” I was losing my ability to speak the longer I looked at him. “Like, just your chest?”
He stepped closer to me, pressing his soft dick against my hip as he leaned in to whisper, “Every nook and cranny, Garrett.”
My own cock got instantly hard, and my face felt really hot. Victor grabbed my shaft and kissed my neck.
“Ah, not just yet,” he said, pulling me by the dick into the bathroom. I noticed the jacuzzi was already full, a gentle steam rolling off of it. “First, however, it’s very important to soften any hair and relax my skin. So I’ve put a lovely blend of oils into this water. You can join me, if you’d like… that part is inconsequential to your ability to shave.”
He winked, and I watched as he stepped into the jacuzzi. My decision was an easy one, and I followed him into the water. It wasn’t hot, really, but quite warm.
“I’d just recommend keeping your hands dry. That way you can hold the razor a bit better. But, then again, that’s what towels are for.” He spoke like an expert, so I trusted him. And I realized how much he must have trusted me to even ask me to do this.
“It smells amazing. What are the oils?” I asked. Victor stretched out his legs and rested his feet in my lap. The sole of his foot brushed against my semi-hard cock.
“There’s some tea tree oil… coconut oil, Argan oil, grapeseed, jojoba… I honestly can’t remember all of it. I sourced a lot of them overseas and had them shipped, and then I combined them myself.” He exhaled and closed his eyes.
I was hard again. *This might be difficult…*
“Speaking of the razor,” he said, “I’ll show that to you momentarily. Its handle is ivory—I understand the implications, and all I can say is it was a gift—and it’s quite an antique.” I felt as though he were watching my expression, gauging my reactions.
“Can I just be honest?” I was panicking.
“I want nothing else from you.”
“I’m nervous I’ll cut you… or I’ll miss a spot or something,” I confessed.
Victor leaned forward, looking directly into my eyes. “I trust you. If that happens, so be it. I’ve cut myself shaving before.”
I just nodded, closing my eyes and calming my breathing. We sat together for a while, and Victor occasionally moved his foot, keeping me hard. I wondered if he was hard, too, but I couldn’t see.
“So, after this, we’ll head to my steam room, where I have a table waiting for us. The warmer the environment, the easier it is to shave.” Victor’s voice came almost as a surprise, and I realized how relaxed I had been.
“Steam room?” I opened my eyes, confused.
“Didn’t you see the door at the back of the gym?”
“No,” I chuckled. “I suppose not.”
“Well, just another new experience for you, then, huh?” He winked at me.
Victor got out of the jacuzzi first, after soaking for a while to soften the hair and to moisturize the skin, as he explained. He wrapped a fresh towel around his waist, the fragrant water dripping at his feet. I followed him, and he instructed me to grab a few bottles he had set nearby. They were full of various liquids and creams, and Victor carried an extra towel over his shoulder. Then he reached under the sink and pulled out a bucket, which he filled with arm water before we walked farther down the hill.
We entered the gym together.
“Oh!” I gasped when I saw the door, wooden like an old sauna, at the back of the room. Victor led us to it. “How did I miss this?”
“Well,” he mused, “I suppose we were a little preoccupied last time.”
I nodded, and blood rushed back to my dick. Victor was soft, at that point, and I couldn’t be as I stared at his ass in front of me. He opened the door, and we walked in. A metal table, similar to the one in the wax room, sat in the middle. Next to it was a smaller, square table with a folded towel on it. We set down the bottles and jars on the small table.
The room was warm, and as Victor adjusted a dial on a panel by the door, the room seemed to fill with steam from all sides.
“Jesus,” I breathed as I looked around the room, its walls covered in an expensive-looking wood paneling. The steam seemed to both fall from above and rise from the floor.
And then, as quickly as it had arrived, the steam faded. But the temperature remained the same, and I could feel a bead of either sweat or condensation glide down the back of my neck.
“And here,” he said, unwrapping the towel that lay on the table, “is the razor. It may seem like a little much, but it really works quite well.” He placed it in my hand.
It was about four inches in length; the polished ivory handle caught the light in a way that glistened like a pearl. Its double-edged blade was flat across the top like an uppercase T. I turned it over a few times in my hand.
“A bit different from the orange disposable ones I’m used to,” I muttered.
“Stop doing that self-deprecating thing, Garrett. I’m asking you to do this because I *want* you to. I trust you deeply.” He smiled at me and leaned on the table, a towel still around his waist.
“I’m sorry. I’m just nervous.”
“I understand that, but I’m telling you: I trust you. I know you would never hurt me on purpose. And I really want to… explore the other room with you soon.” His eyes glinted briefly.
I took another deep breath and tried to center myself. I was completely nude, and I watched as Victor hoisted himself up on the warm table.
“Grab that blue bottle,” he instructed me. “It’s a special concoction of conditioning oils and a cream that lathers up just a bit”
So I reached for an indigo-blue jar from the small table, next to the bucket of warm water, and unscrewed the lid. A white cream was inside, thick in consistency. It smelled even better than the jacuzzi had.
“Where do I begin?” I wondered aloud.
“Let’s start with the chest and stomach first, since that will be the area receiving the most… attention,” growled Victor. I noticed his dick was half-hard now. “You’ll need to apply the conditioning cream first. I don’t like a typical shaving cream, to be honest with you. I prefer something that will moisturize my skin and promote the new hair to grow back soft.”
I looked at him, and his eyes were closed. He was flat on his back on the long table, a soft smile on his face.
*He really does trust me,* I thought. My hands were shaking a bit, but I calmed myself.
“Okay, babe,” I breathed. I hooked a few fingers into the jar and dug out some cream.
“Rub it in your hands first.”
So I did that, and it started to lather up, just the tiniest bit. Then I walked behind his head and started to apply the conditioner to his chest. It seemed he’d done some preliminary trimming—perhaps with an electric razor, as I was sure he too ably had something quite impressive—so I rubbed it in, covering every square inch of his chest.
Victor let out a soft sigh.
“I’ll admit… I’ve been fantasizing all day about your hands all over me,” his voice was warm on my stomach as I leaned over him.
“I think about your body probably too often,” I chuckled.
“I know you’ve shaved before, so please don’t take any guidance or advice as condescending.” I appreciated the preface, honestly.
“I know, Victor. I’ll take whatever advice you can give me. I want to do this right.”
“Wipe off your hands on a towel, and then, especially for the chest, you’ll want to go with the grain for now. But use your best judgment. Feel your work.” He sounded like a self-help tape but sexier.
So I made sure my hands were clean and dry, and I picked up the razor. I walked around beside him, and he had his eyes closed again. After another deep breath, I placed my left hand behind his neck, eliciting a soft moan from him, and I placed the head of the razor down against his chest.
I began a long, gliding stroke down his body, just far enough to make a clear line in the conditioner. I brought the razor up to my face to inspect it, and it was filled with chestnut-colored hairs, which I rinsed away in the bucket before returning to his chest. It was slow, intimate work. I timed my shaving with his breathing, soon clearing away most of the hair that I’d grown so attracted to between his pecs.
I moved my hand atop his bare chest now as I worked around his small nipples. My face was low, inches away from the blade as I delicately swiped in a circle around his left nipple, rinsing the razor after every pass. And before long, his chest was as smooth and shiny as a Ken doll’s.
“Now feel it,” Victor breathed. “With your fingertips. Feel it.”
So I walked back behind Victor, my half-hard dick just centimeters from the top of his head, and I reached over him, leaning forward. I slid the tips of my fingers along his chest, feeling the smoothness, the bare skin. As I inspected, I found one spot I had missed, so I grabbed the razor and quickly took care of that.
“Good boy,” Victor encouraged. “Now in the orange bottle is a post-shave, pre-rinse moisturizer. After you’re done with all of this, we’ll rinse off together. But for now, the moisturizer is essential. Otherwise I’ll be itching like a madman.”
I found it very interesting how little his eyes opened during the entire process. It was strange, honestly, not having the intensity of his verdant gaze constantly on me. But I took that moment to admire his body. His chest, now hairless, was sexy to me, and I realized I found Victor painfully attractive, regardless of the state of his body hair.
*I’m in deep, aren’t I?*
I poured some moisturizer out onto his chest, and I rubbed it into his skin. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his dick get becoming erect again. Then mine got hard, too.
Next, it was time for his stomach hair. I lathered up the conditioning cream and slowly applied it to the lower half of his torso, forcing myself not to touch his penis. Again, I shaved with the grain, rinsing the hairs from the ivory-handled razor between each pass. Every time the razor glided along, gathering his short hairs like gold in a miner’s pan, I noticed a new angle of curve to his picturesque body. My face was close to his skin again as I felt my work, the tips of my fingers grazing his pubic hair.
As I applied the moisturizer, I really just wanted to masturbate him with it. I wanted to make this man cum hard, to feel him writhe and his body shudder.
*Focus,* I told myself. At that point, my boner was a constant presence in this sensual ritual. It was really difficult to be naked next to Victor without touching him in the ways I wanted to. Sure, I was touching his entire body, but I wanted more.
Now he was completely smooth from his neck to his hips. I imagined that smooth body on top of mine, and I trailed my fingers in a serpentine path, up and down his torso.
“That looks painful,” Victor said, startling me.
“What?” I was caught off-guard.
He reached up and grabbed my shaft, giving me a slow stroke. “This,” he said softly. “But I promise, we’ll both take care of that soon.”
“Okay,” I whispered. Victor’s hand left my dick and reached up toward my face. I leaned down, and he pulled me in for a sensual kiss. Suddenly the steam kicked back on around us as his tongue wrapped around mine. My raging boner was crying out for more attention, but I ignored it, savoring the softness of Victor’s lips.
“Next,” said Victor as I stood up, “would you like to do armpits or my pubic hair? And I do mean *all* of my pubic hair.” He winked again.
“Uhh…” Both sounded equally arousing—and challenging. “Armpits, I suppose. But I’ve literally never shaved mine, or waxed them, or even so much as trimmed them, honestly.”
“Do not worry, darling,” he smiled. Victor lifted both hands up above his head, flashing the warm-brown bushes of hair that were concealed beneath. “Remember: I trust you. I hope you’re enjoying this process as much as I am.”
His eyes were back on my erection. He knew I was enjoying it.
So I so applied some more cream to my hands and started on his armpits, which he had also trimmed. Victor wiggled, laughing softly.
“Sorry,” he whispered. “It tickles.”
He flexed his arm muscles, tightening his skin, and I began on the left one. I was very careful, squatting next to him as I closely inspected my work. Again and again, I rinsed the razor off in the water, which, thanks to the temperature of the room, stayed quite warm.
He looked into my eyes as I applied moisturizer to both armpits, a gentle smile on his face. “You’re doing great,” he cooed.
“Are you sure? Nothing itches yet?” In my own shaving experience, the post-shave itchiness was typically the worst part and a large reason I didn’t do it much.
“Some of the oils in the moisturizer soothe the skin very nicely, actually.” He stretched his arms out, and he yawned. “You’re relaxing me so much, Garrett. Well, most of me.” He gestured down to his cock, which was almost fully hard.
“Mm,” I grunted in acknowledgement. Then I stood up, my own hard-on now inches from Victor’s face. “As you can see, I’m finding this experience very enjoyable.”
“Yes, sir,” he replied, raising an eyebrow. “It’s also best to be at least somewhat aroused to shave the shaft, so feel free to work on that next.”
His voice was melodic, enchanting, as he guided me through each step. I was under his spell, truly exploring every inch of him. As I lathered the conditioner on his public mound, I watched his cock twitch and jump as I just *barely* grazed it. But then I went all-out, slathering cream on his fully-erect dick.
“Ooh,” he breathed. “Careful, darling.”
The more he called me that, the more I melted. It felt as intimate as what we were doing. I was really enjoying the quiet of it all—the tenderness of how gentle I had to be, how much Victor had to trust me.
I wiped my hands off again and picked up the razor as another blast of steam filled the room. Victor dangled his legs on either side of the table, and I walked down by his right. I placed my left hand on his stomach, and I pulled the razor downward. I caught myself holding my breath, and I took a moment as I rinsed the short, curled hairs off. I caught my breath, wiping the blade on the towel.
I got back to it, getting very close to the base of his shaft. I continued ti listen to his breathing, his soft grunts of encouragement. Before long, his pubic mound was bare, and it was time to move on to his shaft. I gripped him, backhand, by the head, and I leaned close to make sure I wouldn’t even so much as pull a hair.
“I can feel your breath on my balls,” he giggled. That made me laugh, too, and I felt some tension within me begin to dissipate.
With the razor, I started at the base, going along his shaft slowly. After each pass, I gently squeezed his cockhead as I rinsed the hairs off. I moved between his legs, lifting his dick up to get the underside before moving on to the other side. Then it was time for his scrotum.
From my own experience, I knew that taut skin was the easiest to shave, so once I’d lathered up his balls nicely, I dried my hands to pull the skin. As the razor danced gently along, I could feel his balls moving gently inside. This was the first time I’d ever witnessed that in a partner, largely because this was the most intently I’d ever looked at a partner’s body. I felt closer to Victor than I’d felt with anyone, really.
He lifted his legs for me, and I worked on his taint, nervous to get too close to his already-groomed hole. Again, I squatted down to focus on my task, clearing everything away until Victor’s body was as smooth as I could make it.
Then it was time for more moisturizer. I massaged it in small circles with my thumbs, beginning on his hipbones and going inward. Next, I wrapped my fingers around his balls and rubbed the lotion into his scrotum and his taint. The moisturizer settled nicely into his skin, so I applied another layer before finally moving on to his cock. I noticed it was leaking precum, but I slowly massaged moisturizer up toward his head.
“Ohh,” he whispered. “Garrett…”
I took my hand off and said, “Sorry. Got carried away.” I licked my lips and looked in his eyes. They were almost pleading for me to continue.
“It’s okay,” Victor huffed. He rubbed his face and sighed. “In a moment, let’s hit the shower, and then could you please apply some more moisturizer? I also have a special balm for certain areas.”
“I’ll do anything,” I breathed. Another blast of steam came, and I closed my eyes. I was buzzing beneath my skin, so aroused by his intimate the experience was. I wanted to hold his body on mine, to wrap myself around him, to wrap him around me.
He sat up, and I helped him to his feet. Our cocks brushed, a string of precum stretching between them momentarily. He kissed my cheek and pulled me in for a hug.
“You did such a good job,” he whispered into my ear, sliding his hand down to my dick. He gave it a gentle squeeze and stepped away. “We can clean everything up later.”
“We?” I tried to bite my tongue.
“Yes, we.” He smiled. “I promise.”
“That was rude of me,” I admitted.
“Hush,” Victor whispered. “We will take care of it. Together.”
He grabbed my hand, and we walked back to the guest bathroom with the jacuzzi. Each of us carried a few of the jars and bottles, setting them near the jacuzzi. Victor started the shower, and he motioned for me to join him under the water. I admired him again for a moment before walking toward him.
“It’s lukewarm, just so you know,” he warned me. “Hot water would be a little too much for my skin right now. But could you just grab a washcloth from over there, please?”
I picked up a white washcloth from near the creams and motions, and I joined Victor under the water. It shocked me at first, almost a cold feeling after the warmth of the steam room. Victor grabbed the washcloth and out some conditioner.
“Would you please gently scrub my body? It helps to clear and dead skin.”
“Of course,” I replied. I was instantly rock hard again.
I scrubbed his chest in tiny figure-eights, working down. He rinsed himself off before I continued down his body, and when it came time for his balls and taint, he bent right over.
“You look sexy like that,” I said, squatting down. Slowly and gently, I scrubbed his skin, and then we both rinsed off together.
“Now if you’ll please apply some more moisturizer before the water dries off.” He spread his legs and arms.
So facing him, a bead of precum dripping from his dick, I slowly rubbed the moisturizer into his skin starting at his chest and working down. I could feel his piercing gaze follow me. I wanted to kiss him all over, but I worried his skin would be too sensitive.
We walked, then, to the full-body dryer in Victor’s bathroom, hand-in-hand. Once we were both warm and dry, we put on our silk pajamas. I hoped my hard-on would go on, but that wasn’t happening.
“I had fresh sheets put on the bed, too,” he smiled, sitting down on the bed. “Now, come here, and let me thank you properly.”
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