Waxing And Satisfaction In The Barber Shop - Part 1

Like many of us men, for several years now I have shaved my balls and the base of my penis.  I really liked the results of doing so.  I liked the way it felt when I masturbated myself.  Not having hair on my penis and balls just seemed to make them a bit more sensitive to my touch.  The hair seemed to distract me from just feeling the skin of my scrotum and penis.  Soon after shaving these areas I decided to also shorten my very bushy pubic hair.  Since I am circumcised, I have to use lubricant to masturbate comfortably.  My bushy pubic hair would get matted down with the lubricant and it was almost as if I had not shaved the base of my penis.  So, I decided to use scissors to shorten my bush because I thought it too, would make masturbation more pleasurable just as shaving my balls and penis had; and it did.  

I never removed all my pubic hair because I was almost 60 at that time and I thought total removal would look too juvenile.  Shortening my pubic hair worked well for me in that I no longer had the messy feeling at the bottom of my stroke as I had always experienced in the past and to be frank, my penis looked a bit longer which I considered a positive.    

Some time afterward, I began to wonder what it would feel like to have the hair on my perineum and around my anus totally removed but I was too afraid to attempt to shave those areas on my own.  I couldn’t figure out a way for me to be able to see what I was doing and the idea of shaving my anus without being able to see what I was doing seemed quite foolish to me.  After all, the anus is often called the rose bud because of the deep wrinkling of the skin in the area.  It just didn’t seem to be smart for me to attempt to use a sharp face razor over and around that wrinkled skin.  Although I don’t mind the sight of blood, I really prefer for it not to be my own.  I was disappointed that I would never know how it feels to be bare in those areas, I was just too afraid to shave it myself.

The most important reason I decided to buck up my nerve to get the hair on my balls, penis, scrotum, asshole and ass removed by waxing is I had developed a very close friendship with one of my clients.  In fact, we had reached the “friend with benefits” level of friendship.  For a few years now he and I had been trading massages with each other, all of which would end with a very happy ending. But sexual stimulation was never reserved for the ending.  During our massages we would attempt to keep each other erect the entire time either of us were on the table.

One thing that Jeremy really enjoys doing during my massage is rimming me.  If you have never been rimmed during a mutual masturbation session or as in my case during a masturbationist’s session, don’t knock it.  He has a magical tongue that gives me tremendous pleasure.  I get goose bumps all over my body when he rims me.  He also has a short beard that gives its own uncanny stimulation.  Everything about being rimmed is pleasurable to me and different from any other type of sexual pleasure.

Before a massage session, even one where there is no expectation of a rimming session, I always make sure my ass and rectum are totally clean.  I douche myself until the water runs absolutely clean and clear.  I then shower and make sure my cleft and hole are scrupulously clean.  I even use a non-alcoholic mouthwash as the last preparation before putting on the shorts I wear to answer the door.  So the first time Jeremy unexpectedly began to rim me I was able to totally relax because I knew without any doubt I was completely clean.  The only thing I wondered about was the hair in my gluteal cleft [ass crack].  Did the hair make it less pleasant than if it was not there? As I said, I liked the other areas being smooth and had toyed with the idea of having the area waxed so when I understood how much Jeremy enjoyed rimming me and that he would probably do it at most sessions, I decided to be a big boy and go ahead and get it waxed.  

When I arrived at the barber shop I was a bit surprised.  I had made my appointment on a weekday so that hopefully there would not be many customers in the shop but when I arrived there were 4 barbers in the shop all of whom had a customer in the chair and another one or two customers waiting including children.  Remember, I was in my 60’s with no children still at home.  How was I to know that it was a teacher’s work day and all the kids would be out of school.  The place was packed.

Oh well, I thought.  I’m just another customer.  No one will know why I’m here.  I didn’t really give it much of a thought when Martin called out across the shop asking, “Hey. Are you John?”  I walked toward him intending to lower the volume of his voice but before I reached him he said quite loudly, “And you’re looking for personal waxing, right?”  I couldn’t believe he asked me that so openly with so many customers in the shop.  I searched the floor for the hole I was certain would soon open so I could drop through it but unfortunately none appeared.  I finally reached his chair and quietly said, “Yes.  I’ll just wait up front for you to finish with this gentleman.”

I went back to the front of the shop and sat examining the contents of my cell phone hoping beyond hope that not as many people as I imagined had actually heard what Martin had asked me, but I’m almost certain they all had heard him because he is one of those people who naturally talk loudly.  Not only was I certain they had heard him, I was quite sure the other customers knew what he was talking about.  After all, there was a sign on the wall that pretty clearly explained what areas were included in a “Personal Waxing.”  Besides, what else could personal waxing mean?  I was about to have almost all of the hair below my belt ripped from my body.  I couldn’t help thinking, “Do you really want to do this?!?!”  I decided since it had already been announced to the whole barber shop, I may as well go through with it. After all the guys waiting for a chair to open up were probably thinking, “Oh man, that’s going to hurt.” Maybe at least one of them would think I was brave.  Everybody else probably thought . . . well what would you think about a slightly chubby guy getting the equivalent of a Brazilian?

Not long after, Martin finished his customer’s haircut and called me back toward him.  He escorted me to a small, private room just big enough for a massage table and a counter for his instruments and wax heater.  He asked me what exactly I was looking for so I explained that I did not want all my pubic hair removed.  I wanted it shortened and shaped up so it looked well kempt.  I further explained that I had been shaving my scrotum and the base of my penis for several years and I had often wondered what it would be like to not only be hairless on there but also on my buttocks, around my anus and over my perineum.  I explained I had never had the guts to have these areas waxed but I had finally decided that I wanted to see what it is like to be hairless down there other than a better looking pubic region. 

Martin is an interesting fellow.  He is about 5’8”, 180-190 pounds with a very full but well shaped beard.  After all, he is a barber and needs to demonstrate his skill on himself.  I could see that not only did he have a thick, full beard, he also had dense body hair.  His arms and legs had a thick layer of hair and I could see hair overflowing his shirt at his neck.  Since I understood he waxes many men I was a bit surprised to see he didn’t attempt to remove any of his own body hair; well . . . nothing I could see anyway. I wondered what he would look like naked but that was none of my business.

Once I had explained what I wanted he said, “That’s fine, go ahead and get naked and lie face up on the table.  I’ll start with your pubic hair.  I’m going to go do a couple of things and I’ll be right back.”  Now, remember, the shop was full of other barbers and each had a customer in the chair and most had another waiting to be seen.  The little room I was in was just beyond those barber chairs and the wall was very thin.  How did I know?  I could clearly hear some of the conversations going on in the shop. 

Even though there was a structure acting like it was a wall between us, I felt quite exposed since I knew all those people would be able to hear me just as I was hearing them.  “Oh no!  No screams of pain, John.  Be brave.  Don’t give them the satisfaction of knowing how stupid you were to choose to do this, John.”  I finished stripping off and climbed up on the well padded and quite comfortable table.

What’s worse about the placement of this little room is that the bathroom and drink machine for customers were just beyond it in the very back of the shop.  Anyone wanting a drink or to use the bathroom had to walk right past it through a very narrow hallway.  I must admit, I felt a bit strange after I had stripped off and realized I was the only naked guy in the whole place.  Just that thought caused my dick to chub up.  So there I was, naked as the day I was born, lying face up, or should I say bat and balls up with a rapidly elongating bat.  I quickly realized that if the door to this tiny room was opened at the wrong time, I would be VERY visible to anyone in the hallway.  I tried to put this out of my mind thinking Martin would surely be careful to protect my privacy, right?  Had I been in a small massage room next to a  locker room in which there were other naked men, I would have had no issue with my nudity at all.  In fact, I might have liked the idea at least a little.  After all, there are always naked guys walking around in the locker room going to and coming from the wet area, but that’s not where I was.  I was keenly aware that EVERYONE else were fully clothed.  

After getting a little more comfortable with the idea of my predicament, I heard Martin’s voice right outside the door.  He was speaking to another  customer and both were crammed in that tiny hallway.  I think you can imagine what I was afraid might happen?  I could just picture Martin opening the door while someone was in the hall on their way to the bathroom but once again, within seconds I put it out of my mind thinking Martin would surely be careful about not exposing me to the customer, right?  Nonetheless, I put my hands behind my head to help raise it so I could easily  watch the door to make certain everything would be ok but what I saw made my plump cock rocket to full hardness about as fast as a teenage boys cock would when while touching his first bare breast.  The doorknob was beginning to turn while Martin continued to talk to this phantom customer.

So did it happen?. . . Did Martin open the door and expose me to this customer? . . . Well of course he did!  I watched aghast as the door began to slowly open while he continued to answer the customer’s question.  Just as the door was fully opened this jack ass of a customer intentionally asked Martin another clearly unnecessary question. 

Now remember, Martin is no more than 5’8” tall and the guy who just desperately needed his question answered was at least 6’2” and was standing behind and towering over Martin head while looking directly into my room.  The table is positioned in such a way that even if the door is only opened about halfway, anyone in the hall can see the entire client with the possible exception of his feet.  Since my hands were holding my head up and I was looking out the door I watched as this guy began to scan up my body.  I could clearly see exactly where his eyes were focused.  He wasted no time checking out my cock and balls.  

Now I don’t know why, but when my penis is hard and I’m lying on my back, my cock does not act like most other guys.  Since I’m a masturbationist, I see lots of hard dicks every month so I’m very familiar with the “norm.”  When most men have a hard cock while lying on their backs, their cocks lie on their belly and point toward their chest.  Mine has never done that.  It prefers to stand straight up like a rocket ready to launch.  As I watched this guy’s eyes, he used most of his time looking at my lap rocket.  I’m sure he had already started the countdown to launch in his mind.  Then I continued to watch as his eyes began to slowly move upward until his eyes met mine. I expected that he would quickly look away realizing he had been caught but oh no.  Not this guy.  He held my gaze for much longer than I expected and then I noticed a slight smile form.  I don’t think he had heard a single word of Martin’s answer to his oh so important question but when his curiosity about me was satisfied, he told Martin, “I’ll see you later” while looking directly into my eyes.  He gave me a slight nod and walked on down the hall. 

Embarrassed?  Oh yeah I was!  But surprisingly, I also felt something strange in my lower abdomen; a little spark or . . . something because not only was I embarrassed, I also felt something sort of thrilling about being the only naked person in the shop who had been on complete display to a guy I didn’t know from Adam.  I’ve never had any exhibitionist tendencies because I’ve always been at least somewhat overweight but this time something was different.  Maybe because it was not by choice but come to think of it, I never attempted to cover myself either.  Something about this experience was sexually thrilling.  In fact, I now think I’m beginning to understand the excited thrill of an exhibitionist.