The Five Of Us

Jonathan, tall, dark in his Italian way, and handsome, came on board first. He and I were partners in a handyman business. We drove around in my truck, fixing this and that around the city. We specialized in small engine repair - anything from lawnmowers to scooters, but when times were quiet, we'd do whatever it took to pay the rent, such as cleaning gutters or painting fences. You see, in that part of the world, even when the rent on a house is split five ways, it is still expensive. Jon brought me in, but since it was a three-bedroom house, I, with my totally ordinary looks, and somewhat shy manner, lived in my other car, a dead VW camper, in the driveway. The ad in the health food store brought Carmine. She was a very good-looking weirdo. Carmine was short, thin, had small but pert breasts, and very long blond hair that she was forever brushing. I think it was an obsession with her. She had a pop-up camper thingie, that she parked in the yard. Carmine seldom said anything. She was always the quiet one. But now and then, she'd do something totally nuts, like her ice cream and fruit juice diet that she stuck to religiously for 51 days. We were all one happy family. We often hung around the house in varying degrees of undress from fully clothed to totally nude. Except Carmine, who was always, always fully clothed. In fact, she'd usually wear sweaters, even on the hottest days. Yet, I never saw her sweat. Go figure! One day, we all gathered in the shower, which was about the size of a phone booth. Even Carmine that day. I had all I could do to not get a big boner, seeing Carmine naked for the first time. But we didn't do anything. We just took our shower, joked around a bit, toweled off, and went our separate ways that day. Greta to her cashiering job at the health food store, Jon and I in the truck to do a job, Cathy to her job in the other natural food store in town, and, well, I don't have any idea where Carmine went. One day, having seen a guy on the nude beach who was totally shaved, I started thinking about shaving myself the same way. It was a tough decision, which I pondered for weeks, because being shy like I was (and still am, really), I didn't want to stand out in any exceptional way. Finally, I decided to do it. I did something I wouldn't normally do - I used a chemical. I got some hair-removing stuff at the drug store, and went to work one day when the other four were out of the house. It took me an hour, but finally I had no hair on my legs, chest, groin, - anywhere except my head. I jacked off as soon as my balls were relieved of all that hair. I looked just too sexy to myself! But shortly thereafter, I got a strong dose of that "what have I done?" feeling. When the others came home, I was wearing long pants and a long-sleeve shirt. I managed to hide my condition for only a couple of hours before the others, all of whom were home now, gathered for dinner, started wondering why I wasn't wearing my usual shorts and T-shirt. Greta and Cathy figured it out way too fast, and they started teasing me about it. They wanted to see. I was like, "No way!" Well, with four against one, I couldn't keep my shirt on for long. They practically tore it off me. They all ohhed and ahhed over my shaved chest, but that wasn't enough to satisfy them. Soon, they had my pants off, too, and they saw my naked-as-a-child hairless dick and balls. I think Carmine was the first one to reach out, roughly grabbing my balls. That didn't really hurt, but I believe I yelled out as if it did. She let go, but a second later, both Greta and Cathy were handling my rapidly hardening penis. I was embarrassed. For some reason, that in retrospect I cannot figure out, I didn't want to have an erection in front of them. But I did. There was nothing I could do about it. Especially when Jon jumped into the fray and started ever so gently pushing his forefinger into my ass. He put it in only a little bit, pulled out, licked it, leaving it generously covered with spit, then pushed it gently back in while twisting back and forth a bit. Since I was laying on the carpet on my back, he was able to curve his finger forward and reach my prostate. That did it, I ejaculated in front of the whole crowd, pouring cum over Cathy's hands. Everyone seemed to know the show was over, and nothing more happened that evening. But as you might well imagine, the five of us did have some rather spectacular get-togethers not long after. One involved seven people, two girls who worked in the local doughnut shop (who we always kidded about the "dealthly food" they served) joined us. We didn't fuck. Somehow, although never discussed, that seemed like going too far among roommates. We did do all sorts of oral, hugging, kissing and rubbing things. We often fell asleep together in a heap on the living room floor afterward. In one of our get-togethers, Jon really surprised and delighted me with the best handjob of my life. It was especially nice to get a handjob from a man, with five women watching and cheering us on. They applauded when I ejaculated. I tried to reciprocate, but Jon told me to just lay there and bask in the afterglow.