Warning: While the technical aspects of the scuba dive are reasonably accurate, the story below depicts a fantasy which could be dangerous to carry out in real life. Do not try this at home! And besides, it probably WOULD clog up the pool filter, my story notwithstanding.
Underwater Shave Copyright 1998
Mike and I are on the swim team together at the university. Mike is Captain of the Swim Team. It's a position he earned as much because of his good looks, winning smile, and nine-inch cock as the fact that he'll probably be on the Olympic swim team next summer. I am the Team Barber, a position I've held since my freshman year, when the guys found out my father was a barber, and I knew how to wield a straight razor. It's a position I relish -- I really get off on shaving guys (as Robert Frost said, "I've made vocation and avocation one."). My collection of "before" and "after" shots would make a chicken hawk green with envy. And I often get to lick or suck off the cocks and balls of the guys I've shaved, even the straight ones -- how else am I going to make sure I haven't missed anything? All in all, it's a job made in heaven!
Mike looks like your idea of a college swimmer, that is, if your idea is around 5'10, has a mop of sandy blonde hair, turquoise-blue eyes, a 42" chest tapering down to a 28" waist, and muscular legs to die for. I look pretty similar, only my hair is more brown than blonde, and my chest is only 41". I also have muscular legs-- I've been swimming since I was 3, and apparently I have great feet, or so I've been told by guys that like to suck on them.
Mike's hung a little bit better than I am, 7-1/2" to my 7", so we measured one day. His balls are average, or maybe a tad on the small size. Mine, on the other hand, are large, almost huge. And someone was generous in the spermatic cord department, also. I can comfortably wear a 3" ball- stretcher all day -- and have -- and even a 4" stretcher does not stretch my balls to their fullest. This is all great when I'm having sex, but can be quite a problem when I'm trying to stuff all that equipment into a skimpy Speedo bathing suit. But I digress ...
Mike, like many of the guys on the Team, likes to let his hair grow out during the summer. I'm not sure whether he just wants to remind himself what it looks like, or he really likes the feeling at the beginning of the school year as I scrape him down with a straight razor. I know it's MY favorite time of year, doing all of the guys when they come back from summer vacation; I just about walk around with a hard-on for the first couple of weeks as I shave them all!
I got back to school my junior year a couple of days before Mike did. I knew when he was coming in, though, since I had to pick him up at the bus station -- I had a car and he didn't. Mike came out of the bus station wearing a tank top, which showed off his great physique and tan, and an outrageously short pair of fluorescent orange shorts. As he got into the car, I reached over and grabbed a couple of the scant chest hairs that poked above his shirt. "Looks like I have my work cut out for me."
As we drove back to the dorms, chatting about the summer, my hand rested on Mike's crotch. As I felt him stiffen beneath my playful fingers, I slipped my hand into his shorts and under the jock which he always wore when he wanted to look decent (he wore nothing underneath when he wanted to look indecent!) I felt the hairs on his cock and balls, to say nothing of the hairs along his ass crack as I moved my hand lower, or above his cock as I moved it upward. "I was going to do it, earlier this summer, but know how much you enjoy taking it off," was Mike's reply. What a nice roommate! Mike and I are not only teammates, and shaving and fuck-buddies, but we're also dorm mates. With that I told Mike, "I've thought up something really special for you this year."
"What?" asked Mike, hardening at the thought of my surprise, or maybe because my fingers were sliding back and forth across the already-leaking head of his cock.
"Underwater!" I exclaimed, grinning. You see, Mike earns his spending money as head of the student lifeguards, so he has keys to all of the campus pools. I earn my money as head of the student scuba instructors, so I have access to all of the scuba gear. Mike could get us into the pool after hours, and I could get us scuba gear so we could breath underwater. I figured if we stayed close to the filter intake, we wouldn't leave a mess in the pool when I shaved Mike underwater.
"Kewl!" Mike exclaimed, as he tried to figure out what I had in mind. Then he added, "When?"
"How about eleven tonight? I suggested. "That'll give the pool an hour to get empty, and give me time to set things up." Mike agreed, and came in my hand at the same time. I pulled my hand from Mike's shorts, then licked it clean just as we were pulling into the driveway in front of the dorm.
Eleven o'clock found me in the scuba room, attaching BCs and regulators to tanks, and putting weights onto weight belts. Mike joined me, and helped me carry the gear to the edge of the pool. The last two items I brought out were a mesh gear bag and an old blanket.
"What now?" asked Mike.
"Now we strip," I said. Mike and I slipped off our street clothes. I licked my lips as I saw Mike's body -- it still turns me on even though I see Mike naked at least twice a day, in the morning and just before bed, since we both sleep in the nude. Mike reached over and ran a hand down my own smooth chest and on to my shaved crotch. He hefted my balls as he, too, licked his lips. As I started getting hard, I turned away -- we had work to do.
"Wait `til I'm dressed and I'll tell you." I slipped a tank and BC on, and fastened the belt. I then put on a light weight belt and slipped on my fins. I then checked my gear, and had Mike do another safety check. I then spit in my mask, rinsed it out, and slipped it on. I then slid into the pool.
"Start handing me gear," I said to Mike. "Start with the blanket and those weights." Mike handed me the blanket and four small weights. I stuck the regulator in my mouth, deflated my BC, and headed for the bottom. I swam to the deep end, around sixteen feet deep. I spread out the blanket as best I could, next to the filter. I put one weight in each corner. The blanket would protect Mike from the cold bottom of the pool.
I swam to the surface and Mike started handing me the gear. "Go turn the filter on," I told Mike just before I headed for the bottom with a tank. After a couple of trips, all the gear was on the bottom. Finally, the last of the equipment was underwater, and I was ready. Back at the surface I told Mike, "Put on a mask, and head for the bottom. Then grab the red regulator and lay on your back."
Mike spit into his mask and rinsed it. In the meantime I headed for the bottom. Mike jumped in and swam for the blanket. I handed him the regulator. He took a breath, gave me the "ok" sign, and tried to lie on his back on the blanket. He floated a little, but sank to the bottom as I laid a weight belt over his chest.
I then moved to one corner of the blanket and picked up a short weight belt. Maybe a foot separated a four-pound weight at either end. I took Mike's outspread arm and slipped it under the weight belt. I did his other arm, then each foot. I then moved back to appreciate the scene: Mike lay spread-eagled on the bottom of the pool, each arm and leg held in place by a short weight belt. I moved the tank Mike was using to one side, out of my way. Mike looked at me and smiled, and gave me another "ok" sign with one of his trapped hands.
I reached for the mesh bag I'd brought down and pulled out four or five disposable razors, to which I'd attached a small fishing weight. I laid them on the blanket where they'd be handy. I then adjusted my BC so I was barely floating, picked up one of the razors, and headed towards Mike's left arm.
I pulled Mike's arm out from under the weight, and held it vertical. I then carefully stroked the razor down its entire length, stripping away what little hair grew there. Holding onto Mike's hand so I wouldn't float away, I circled Mike's arm and scraped away the hair. The water made a perfect lubricant, and the hair just floated away towards the filter. As I scraped away the first hairs I could feel my cock hardening -- shaving always has that effect on me.
I aimed lower, and scraped away the hair in Mike's armpit. Finishing with that arm, I inserted it under its weight belt "bondage" and headed for Mike's other arm, which was soon devoid of hair. I then aimed myself for the other end of Mike's body.
I pulled Mike's left leg from under its weight belt, and held it close to vertical. This time I started close to Mike's crotch and started scraping. As I did I "carelessly" brushed against Mike's cock, which soon reacted appropriately. It stood there, almost rock hard but bobbing sensuously in the movement of the pool water. I worked my way around Mike's leg, working as close to his ass as I could reach comfortably. When I finished with that leg, I inserted it into its bondage.
I moved to the other leg, and scraped away. Mike's cock kept waving in the water as his body moved gently as I worked on it. I set it down, and moved up along Mike's body to start working on the good stuff. I let some air out of my BC so I'd lose a little buoyancy. Mike lifted his head and I started scraping at his neck. I took quick but delicate strokes as I moved to his oversized chest.
Just for fun I took hold of one of Mike's tits, and used it as an anchor as I scraped away what little hair covered his chest. I set down the razor on Mike's belly, and gently rubbed his chest, checking for any spots I'd missed. I touched up a couple, then started working on what little hair grew on his belly, working closer and closer to the flagpole marking the treasure (or WAS the flagpole the treasure?)
I picked up a clean razorblade and started taking small bites from the hair growing above Mike's cock, sort of like when you take only small swathes with a lawnmower when the grass is really high. I worked my way down to the base of Mike's cock, then started working my way around, carefully scraping away all signs of puberty.
I took hold of the tip of Mike's cock, rubbing it as I did as I floated above it. It felt slightly slippery -- a slipperiness which did not come just from the water covering it! I floated above Mike's cock, surveying it as I carefully ran the razorblade down all sides. Of course I had to rub it occasionally to make sure it was smooth. And of course it proudly straightened itself with all the attention it was getting. My cock hardened as well. But at last I was done there, Mike's bush was gone, and I moved lower.
Mike's balls floated gently in the surge of the pool. I took careful hold of the end of Mike's sac, and bent it back, tautening the skin against my hand. I ran the razor carefully across Mike's sac, scraping away the blond hairs delicately covering his balls. I twisted my hand to do the top surface of Mike's sac. I took Mike's sac in my fist so only one was peeking through, and scraped away. I then did his other ball. I rubbed them gently, checking for hairs, and shaved away what few hairs I'd missed the first time.
At last I was satisfied that Mike's front was done. I set down the razor in my hand, and floated back a little to admire my work. Mike's still-hard cock bobbed back and forth, inviting me back to him. I moved forward.
Floating just above Mike's cock, I took a deep breath from the regulator, then took it out of my mouth. I moved my head downward and lightly brushed my lips against the tip of Mike's cock. I then took hold of it in one hand and, floating just above it, ran my tongue back and forth. After a few seconds of this, I stuck the regulator back in my mouth, took a couple of breaths, pulled it out again, and went back to work on Mike's cock.
This time I opened my mouth and sucked deeply and greedily. I pulled my head back until just the tip of Mike's cock was still in my mouth, swirled my tongue a couple of times around the flange guarding its head, and sucked its length back into my mouth. I repeated this several times before I reluctantly stopped to take another couple of breaths from the regulator.
I went back to work, sucking for maybe thirty seconds, then taking a couple of breaths from the regulator, then sucking once again. Usually Mike takes a while to come, but I guess the scene, or maybe the water, or maybe my excellent technique -- I'd been practicing all summer! -- was having its effect. I could feel Mike's cock thickening and could see his balls pulling in.
I knew it would look really great to see Mike pop his load into the pool and see the cum swirl away, but how could I let that delicious nectar go to waste? I took a breath, planted my mouth on Mike's cock, tongued the tip a couple of times -- I knew Mike liked that -- and waited a couple of seconds. Sure enough, I soon felt the first spurt leaving the tip of Mike's cock. It tasted as good as always -- I bet I could pick it out in a blind taste test -- now THAT would be fun to try! A second and third spurt soon followed, and yet a fourth, as Mike lay there, in his characteristic quiet way -- unless you were watching or tasting, you could hardly tell he was cumming!
At last Mike was sated; no more nectar was leaving his cock. I took my mouth away, stuck the regulator in my mouth, and looked up at his face. He was grinning widely, and he was giving me the "ok" sign with BOTH hands. Why, he probably thought we were done!
I moved forward and carefully pulled Mike's arms and legs out from beneath their respective weight belts; only the weight belt across his chest kept him from floating away. I indicated that I wanted Mike to turn over onto his stomach, and I held the weight belt in place as he turned. The realization of what was yet to come must have finally hit home -- again Mike smiled broadly, thinking he knew my plan. Again I knew he was wrong!
After Mike was lying on his stomach, I helped him push each arm under its weight belt, then worked each leg under its restraint. I then repositioned things, spreading Mike's legs wide apart, so I could reach everything.
I started at Mike's neck, scraping away a few hairs which his head-barber (or was I the head barber?) had missed. Mike was soon cleaned of what little down he had on his shoulders and back, and I worked my way downward toward my goal. Since I was floating, Mike only felt the light touch of the razor as I scraped away.
I stopped at the top of Mike's crack, and moved to the other end, carefully scraping the hairs from his perineum. I rubbed my hand back and forth, then spot shaved what few errant hairs I'd missed. I then started working on Mike's ass.
I spread Mike's cheeks apart and gently scraped. I could feel Mike writhing beneath my gentle touch, and I spanked him, sort of -- it's hard to spank someone under water -- to get him to lie still. But could you lie still if you were underwater and a shaving razor was running lightly down the sides of your ass crack?
I finished my shaving, and rested a moment. Mike turned his head, looking back to see what I was doing. I'd picked up all of the razors and put them carefully back into my bag. Then I'd pulled out a small foil packet!
I stuck my arm under Mike's waist, pulling it upward so that Mike was soon resting on his elbows and knees; his ass was thrust upward, eagerly awaiting MY flagpole. I adjusted the weight belts on Mike's ankles, and indicated that he should just hold on to the ones at his hands. Only then did I rip open the foil packet and pull out my protection.
I slipped the rubber onto my cock, and carefully unrolled it along the length of my turgid organ, forcing all of the water out as I unrolled it. I then put the foil packet back into the mesh bag -- I hate garbage in the pool -- and positioned myself behind Mike.
The water acted as perfect lubrication; my cock was soon buried to the hilt in Mike's ass. He waited for my thrusting to start. Instead, I reached down and took the weight belts from over each of his ankles. I then twisted my body around -- it's amazing what you can do when you're weightless under water. I pulled one of Mike's legs around my body, and voila! I was now lying on my back beneath and face to face with Mike, with my cock still deep in Mike's ass.
I pulled Mike's legs around me, pulling myself upward and closer. I then twisted again, and now I was on top. Mike lay there, adjusting himself to my hard organ.
I then reached for my octopus regulator and aimed it at Mike's mouth. Mike took his own regulator from his mouth and started breathing from my tank. He let go of the weights he'd been holding onto, and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. I started adding air to my BC, and we were soon floating a foot or so above the bottom of the pool.
Only then did I start thrusting, working my cock in and out of Mike's ass. Because we were both weightless, as I thrust forward, Mike's ass was pushed away and into the bottom of the pool. Mike tightened his legs around me so that I could sort of leverage myself on them, and pretty soon we were fucking "normally," well, if you call it normal to be floating under ten or fifteen feet of water as you fuck your brains out!
As I fucked, I started kicking, and we soon started circling along the bottom of the pool. The sensation felt great, but then, it always feels great to fuck Mike. Alas, all good things must come to an end. After only two circuits of the pool I could feel that my cock was ready to blow. I aimed us gently upward. In only a couple of seconds my cock started thickening and the first of my cum was leaving my cock. Mike started writhing beneath me as he felt the first of my orgasm, and I could swear I felt a slippery mess between our bellies as Mike came again!
I felt myself tapering off, my cock spent, just as our heads broke the surface of the water. I quickly filled my BC with air. Mike and I spit our regulators out of our mouths, and floated there, catching our breaths. Only then did we hear the clapping of our swimming teammates, who'd snuck into the pool area and watched our show!
With the help of our appreciative audience, we soon got the scuba gear from the bottom of the pool. Mike's hairs seemed to have been taken care of by the pool filter -- not a trace did we find. We stood on the pool deck, toweling off, again and again hearing how hot we'd looked, shaving, sucking, and then fucking. The guys ran their hands along Mike's smooth body, providing testimony to my shaving skills (and Mike's hot body!) Only after I'd promised to repeat the scene with a couple of them would they let us leave the pool and head for our dorm rooms (and the mandatory first-day-of-school orgy -- but that's a story for another time).