you gotta understand--i have a special thing for
preliminary negotiations went smoothly, right up until he said, "there's just one thing."
ah, here we go--there's always just one thing. i rolled my eyes: what was it gonna be this time?
see, if i had a nickel for every "just one thing" i've accommodated over the years--round-trip taxi service, roleplay the teacher, coach or pervy uncle, smoke a cigarette and ignore 'em while they blow me, wear fancy underwear or black dress socks, let 'em suck my toes, climb carefully and quietly in through windows, hurl myself head-first and half-naked outta windows, ruin their bathrooms, fuck their roommates--well, you get the idea. but this one? this was new.
"you want me to do what?"
i quickly worked the pleasure/pain equation: aside from the weirdness, this one would have long-term consequences, not to mention the explanations to every new customer for weeks if not months thereafter. then i looked at his pictures again.
"but can't we just--"
"no. the smooth down there, i like it."
well, when you put it that way...
"ok, fine--you want smooth, i'll give you smooth. but you have to do it for me when you get here."
"why?"
because if i denude myself into an 8-year-old boy and then you don't show up, i will have to hunt you down and kill you.
"because it'll be sexier that way."
deciding that my 8-for-a-dollar disposables might not cut it, i went to rite-aid, picked up a deluxe gillette three-blade number and some shaving cream, and awaited sweeney todd. he did not disappoint.
the deforestation went pretty well--i tried not to watch--until he started heading down the back forty, which is where i drew the line.
"whoa, boy--you plan on spending any special time back there later?"
"no, but--"
"then forget it."
when all was said and done, i gotta admit--the novelty of fresh, tingly, slick, hairless sex does have its appeal (and oh my god, you oughta feel my balls). but was the hour or so of pleasure experienced worth the price to be paid? i'll let you know in about three days.
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I'm sending talcum powder.
A smooth down under?
I quit trying to shave any part of my body after getting a few ingrown hairs that then developed into pimples. It was not pretty.
Venezuelans? You picked a relatively rare form of Latins.
Although, in my own experience, there are a number of very hot Latin guys of all persuasions in Los Angeles. You truly picked the ideal city for Latin diversity. But, I am afraid, if you made a trip to Miami, you might never come back.
I generally shave off anything on the shaft and about half an inch in all directions around it to facilitate blow jobs -- I don't like interruptions while they stop to pull hair out of their mouths.
Once, in the kind of bargain you made, everything was shaved from my neck down (no WAY the beard was going) with an old-fashioned straight razor and talcum powder. It was probably the sexiest and most sensual thing that's ever been done to or for me and the resulting sex was seismic.
I didn't find much itching when regrowth began, but I have soft, curly pubic hair. I hope you think your deal was worth it -- it was fun to read and brought back nice memories.
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