A short, fictional story of a friend getting aroused when I help him shave!
In high school, at the age of 15, I had a friend named Jon who was on the local pool swim team. One hot summer day, I was over at his house. We were chilling in his room when he asked me if I could help him shave the back of his legs and his back, to prepare for an important swimming competition the next day. I agreed and Jon told me to wait in his ensuite bathroom. I went inside the bathroom first and sat by the edge of the bathtub. A minute later, Jon came in wearing nothing but his dark blue swim briefs. He went into the bathtub, stood up, and asked me to shave the back of his legs first. I did this quite quickly as there were only a few hairs in that area. While I was doing this, I began to admire my friend's body. He had a nice swimmers build: slightly slim but with muscular legs and arms. His short blonde hair, blue eyes and almost hairless body made him look very youthful and attractive.
When I had finished shaving his legs, he sat down in the bathtub with his legs outstretched. I took a quick glance at his crotch, and while his dick was still soft, there was still a noticeable bump there. As I slid the razor across his back, I heard Jon let out a soft moan from time to time. During this time, his dick began to grow.
Scrape, scrape, scrape.
The small bump in his swimsuit grew bigger.
Scrape, scrape, scrape.
His dick was now pointing straight out.
Scrape, scrape, scrape.
Jon's dick was now fully hard, pointing straight up and straining to get out of his swim briefs.
I told my friend I had finished shaving him. He looked at me, nodded, then looked at his crotch. Without warning, his right hand began furiously rubbing his bulge! While we had been friends for years, it was still a shock to see him be so comfortable doing this right in front of me! I just sat there, frozen, silent. Within two or three minutes, his body stiffened, his hand grasped firmly at his crotch as his legs squeezed together and his toes curled.
Jon groaned loudly as he came and came into his briefs. A large wet patch formed at the front and a small amount white liquid seeped through his swimsuit and onto the bathtub. When he had calmed down, he looked directly at my crotch. There was now an obvious bulge in my black basketball shorts. Jon looked directly in my eyes, as if to say "your turn now, mate". All I could do was stare back at him with a nervous grin on my face.