“Matty, you can’t hurt me,” Vic assuredhim.
He didn’t look too convinced. “I’m prettysure I can. This razor blade’s sharp.”
Vic cradled Matt’s head in his hand. “I meanyou won’t. I trust you. I know you.”
Taking a deep breath, Matt grumbled, “I don’tmean to hit squirrels, either, but they run out in front of my carand I can’t exactly stop on a dime.”
“Matty.” Vic cupped Matt’s jaw and opened themental bond between them. Love flashed through both their soulslike an electric spark, a circuit completed only by them both. Vicfelt Matt’s erection stiffen against his leg and his own cock stoodup in interest. It bumped Matt’s wrist and Vic grinned. “You sortof have to hold him out of the way if you want to get a closeshave. He’s going to interrupt you every chance he gets.”
“That’s one interruption I don’t mind,” Mattadmitted. “Now hold still. I don’t want to have to spend the nightin the ER waiting for them to stitch your dick back on.”
Vic laughed. “You’re going to need somethinga hell of a lot larger than that little dinky razor to chop itoff.”
With a frown, Matt studied Vic’s genitals asif looking for the perfect spot to dive in. Anxiety flickeredbetween them through the mental link they shared. Vic could feelhis lover’s nervousness as if it were his own. Taking a deepbreath, Matt let it out in a rush that didn’t release any of thetension in his body. “All right. Let’s get this over with. I’msorry in advance if I screw it up.”
“You won’t,” Vic assured him. At Matt’sdubious glance, he closed his eyes and remembered the last timehe’d shaved his dick. He replayed the memory in slow motion,showing Matt how he held himself at the time. Cock in one hand,razor in the other, the motions sure and steady as he shaved awayfrom the base of his shaft. Then, pinching his balls, pulling themdown, gliding the razor over their wrinkled skin. Running his handcarefully over the shaved skin to make sure he hadn’t missedanything. ::See? It isn’t so hard. Just don’t think about it toomuch and you’ll be done in no time.::
::Keep this up,:: Matt thought. Heimagined Vic’s mind like a computer screen, the memory frozen on itlike a paused video. ::Just in case I have to refer back to itor something. Don’t close it down.::
Vic ran a hand through Matt’s curls, touslingthem. “Ready?”
Matt nodded once, then took Vic’s erect cockin one hand. Vic’s blood soared at his lover’s touch, his wholebody suddenly focused on those fingers curled so negligently aroundhis member. Holding his breath, he watched as Matty held his dickdown and started to shave the tender skin on his pubic mound. Withshort, even strokes, Matt moved quickly in a fan motion, from leftto right.
The motions felt different in someone else’shand—Vic thought the barely there flicks felt like brush strokes,as if Matt were an artist painting on the canvas of his body.Though there was nothing erotic in Matt’s intent, Vic felt moreturned on than he had in quite a while. The look of fierceconcentration marring Matt’s handsome features only fueled Vic’sdesire. He rubbed his hand over the top of his lover’s head,mussing Matt’s hair, and smiled as Matt froze in mid-stroke toavoid nicking Vic. “Careful,” Matt warned.
Vic cupped his hand around the back of Matt’sneck and left it there, fingers hidden in Matt’s cottony curls.“You’re doing great.”
With a mental prod to indicate the screen onwhich Vic’s memories were displayed, Matt told him, ::This isbetter than YouTube.::
“Do they have videos of guys shaving theirballs on there?” Vic teased. “So that’s what you do when you’relocked in your office at the gym.”
“I don’t watch porn videos at work,” Mattreplied, indignant. He began the delicate job of shaving aroundVic’s cock, holding the stiff length up out of the way. Under hisbreath, he muttered, “I just look at the pictures.”
With a laugh, Vic massaged his lover’s nape.Matt worked the razor gently under Vic’s dick, then back up to thesmooth area where he’d started. The moment he shaved over thealready cleared skin, he let out a sigh of relief. “There, noblood. Your manhood’s intact.” For emphasis, he gave Vic a slighttug.
Pre-cum bubbled from the slit in Vic’scockhead. “Balls, too,” Vic reminded him.
Matt looked up at him with a frown. Sweatbeaded across his temples, showing just how stressed he was at thethought of scraping a razor over the papery skin of Vic’s scrotum.“I don’t think…”
From his angle, Vic had a perfect view of hislover’s body. Matt’s muscled chest was damp, drops of shaving creamlike cum clinging to the thick hair over his pecs. His taut stomachcrinkled from the way he sat on the edge of the tub, but under thesmall folds, tufts of thick, black, kinked hair curled between hislegs. His ruddy dick, rigid as a rock, jutted from him like afinger pointing out Vic. A drying smear on his thigh spoke of hisown lust; Vic had a matching smudge on his leg, where he’d pressedMatt’s dick between them during the shave.
He wanted to take care of that—and hisown erection—without further delay.
Deftly he plucked the razor from Matt’s handand rinsed it off in the sink. With practiced ease, he shaved hisballs, ignoring the surge of emotion as he rolled the sac of skinbetween his fingers to feel for any spot he might have missed. “I’mgoing to be done in two seconds,” he told Matty, his lover,snagging a clean washcloth off the back of the toilet. He doused itwith clean water from the sink and washed away the remnants ofshaving cream on his genitals. “You better be ready to fuck mesilly by the time I’m done.”
“I’m ready now,” Matt assured him. He rose tostep up
