Shaving Tommy

Tommy called up and said he wanted to trim his pubic hair. He asked me to give him some hints.

I told him to come over and I'd do it for him.

We headed into my bathroom. He stripped down to his jocks.

"They'll have to come off too." His cock was already stiffening up as his briefs came down.

He lay back against the bathroom bench with his hairy legs parted, but it was difficult, as his Italian boy cock wouldn't stay soft. It kept getting in the way.

I just had to pull him off, so we could get the job done. I poured some sorbolene cream into my hand.

"What are you doing?"

I slipped my hand around his knob. "Just a part of the service, lay back, you'll enjoy it."

I rubbed up and down his fat dick with force. Get the job done, so we could do what we were here to do.

“Oh my god!” said Tommy shaking.

He threw his head back, so the veins were taught in his neck, the muscles in his arms and his shoulders bulged, his 4 pack became ripped and flat like a washboard, his thighs bulged like a thoroughbred galloping, his feet went up onto his tip toes.

“AHHHHH!”

He exploded with breath, a heaving exhale, I thought his washboard was going to tear apart, I thought his chest was going to erupt, I though his neck was going to pop, as his massive anaconda vomited its white Tommy juice over and over and over again. His head rocked backwards and forwards, his hands tore at the imaginary beast making a frontal attack on him. His head rotated, his eyes rolled back around to glare at me, the sweat poured off his forehead.

“F,F,F, UUCK! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He closed his eyes, he opened them, he closed them, he opened them. He shook his head. He grabbed hold of me and gulped in oxygen.

Then he smiled.

“I think we are ready to do that trim now, mate,” I said.