At any rate, I sat back on the bed, turned on the TV and waited. It was almost midnight when I heard the door click and open. Earl smiled as he looked at me, naked on the bed. I don't think he noticed at first my surprise, as he made his way over to the scotch and poured him a drink too.
"I see you've been waiting on me and I definitely approve of the way you're dressed," he said with a smile as he walked over. It was then that his eyes looked at my shaved crotch, completely hairless as my d*ck was already fully erect.
"Oh my, I didn't see that earlier. That's nice...very nice," he said appreciating my handiwork. I like a shaved c*ck. You have a very pretty c*ck. So much nicer without all that hair.
He set his drink down on the nightstand and rubbed his hand across my stomach, down across my hairless abdomen to my c*ck, gripping it, and giving it a couple of tugs. He took my balls in his

Occasionally I would reach down and pull on them, feeling the lube which ran down my crack as Earl pushed his c*ck in and out.
"That's it boy. Take my c*ck, take it," he groaned. "Who's fuckin' ya? Who's fuckin' that *ss?"
"You are," I moaned.
"Is that my a*s? Does that little cherry a*s belong to me?"
"Yes sir, it's your a*s. Fuck it. Please fuck my *ss," I moaned back.
"So you liked being my little c*ck sucker yesterday, didn't cha' boy?" Earl taunted.
"Yes sir, I didn't want to. I didn't want to feel that way, but I loved it. I loved sucking your c*ck. That's all I could think about today. I love sucking your c*ck," I ranted.
"And tonight you're my little bitch. You've given yourself completely to me. That's my a*s now boy. You'll give it up any time I want. Wherever I want. If I want it tomorrow, you'll give it to me. If I call you next week, you'll drive down and give it to me want 

I did exactly that as I sucked one then the other ball. I marveled at his hairless sack. How smooth his skin was all around his d*ck, completely shaved bare. I held his c*ck and licked the length of the shaft before sticking it back in my mouth. Earl removed his c*ck and rubbed it on my face, across my lips.
"Stick your tongue out boy," he commanded. I complied as he rubbed his head across my tongue, lightly beating it with his shaft. "You like that c*ck don't cha' boy? You like sucking my d*ck, kneeling down there taking this c*ck in your mouth, don't cha?"
"Yes sir," I said in between slurps.
"Are you my little c*ck sucker? That what you are boy?" Earl asked.
"Yes sir," I moaned back licking his d*ck.
"Yes sir what," he shot back.
"I'm your c*ck sucker. I can't get enough of your c*ck. I love it," I answered back.
"Look up here. Look at me," Earl barked. I looked up at him, his d*ck buried in my mouth. "You want to taste my load. You want me to feed you some breakfast?"
"Yes sir. C*m for me. I want you to c*m in my mouth," I begged. I did. I couldn't help myself. I was so turned on. I wanted him to shoot his load and let me suck it down.
"Stick your tongue out and open wide boy," Earl commended.
I sat back on my legs and opened my mouth as wide as possible, sticking my tongue out in anticipation of his promise. Earl jacked his c*ck just a few times before the first stream of c*m sailed across my face. He corrected his aim and sent the next spurt into my hungry mouth. Two or three more found their target before he wiped the last remnants on my tongue.
I closed my mouth and swallowed the remainder. Earl took his finger and scooped up the stream starting to slide down my face. He took the finger and placed it to my lips which I took into my mouth, savoring now the taste of my own c*m.
"Damn you're hot boy. You learn fast. Stand up," he commanded. I did as he directed and when I was standing before him, he took me in his arms. I felt small as he kissed me hard. My own erect c*ck rubbed against our stomachs as he grabbed onto my a*s cheeks and pulled me tight. His tongue pushing into my mouth, our lips rubbing together.
It was almost like in that moment I belonged to him. I wanted to belong to him as he kissed me as passionately as I had ever been kissed.
"I'd like to take care of you but I have a class that starts up in 15 minutes. Lie down on the bed and jack off while I get ready. I want to see you c*m for me," he urged.
I did as he directed and lay down on the bed, watching him dress as I stroked my c*ck. I lubed my d*ck up with my own saliva as I pumped my d*ck. In moments I was spurting c*m onto my chest. He looked on with a smile as he finished tying his tie and slipped on his jacket.
I lay on the bed, c*m all over my stomach and chest as I closed my eyes. That might have been a mistake. When I opened them it was nearly noon. I had fallen asleep and missed most of the morning's program.
Sitting in class after lunch was almost a waste. My thoughts kept going back to the last twenty-four hours. It was hard for me to fathom that this time yesterday my last thoughts were I'd be some guy's playmate. But here I was and I couldn't get my mind off what we had done – what I had done.
As wrong as I knew it was, I simply couldn't erase the images of kneeling at Earl's feet, taking the last few drops of cum which dribbled off the head of his c*ck. I sat through the day's program but my mind was definitely somewhere else and immediately after the class broke up I headed upstairs.
I waited in the room assuming Earl might come up. When he didn't I headed down to the bar and began to suck down some Grey Goose and tonics. Around ten and feeling no pain at all, I decided to turn in. I took the elevator to our room and opened up the patio glass door to get a great breeze. The warm salty ocean air filled the room as I slipped off my clothes, leaving just my briefs as I collapsed on the bed, waiting on the arrival of my roommate.
My thoughts kept rerunning the scenes of Earl, his c*ck, my mouth. I pulled down my briefs and began stroking my c*ck, swelling in my hand. The images of Earl's shaved crotch, his heavy balls that I bathed with my tongue. Then the thought hit me. I retreated into the bathroom and began running the shower. I got out my shaving cream and lathered up my crotch. I was careful to use a new blade as I began shaving strips across my lower abdomen, around my balls, anywhere I detected hair until I felt completely smooth. I even swiped under my balls and around the crack of my a*s.
Rinsing off, I watched as the hair fell to the bottom of the shower in clumps. Most of it went down the drain but I used a tissue to pick up the rest and discard in the trash basin. Looking into the mirror I couldn't believe how much bigger my c*ck looked with no hair, I couldn't recall being hairless since I was 13. But here I was, standing in the mirror looking at my erect c*ck, swollen from my arousal. I hoped Earl would be pleased with my new look.
Earl had a bottle of Dewar's Scotch on the dresser and I didn't think he would mind. I'm not a scotch drinker but I needed something to steady my nerves as I looked at my bald d*ck and hairless balls in the dresser mirror. I wondered what my wife would say when I unveiled my new look. I could come up with some lame story I'd seen some guy down here in the sauna and thought I'd do it.

At any rate, I sat back on the bed, turned on the TV and waited. It was almost midnight when I heard the door click and open. Earl smiled as he looked at me, naked on the bed. I don't think he noticed at first my surprise, as he made his way over to the scotch and poured him a drink too.
"I see you've been waiting on me and I definitely approve of the way you're dressed," he said with a smile as he walked over. It was then that his eyes looked at my shaved crotch, completely hairless as my d*ck was already fully erect.
"Oh my, I didn't see that earlier. That's nice...very nice," he said appreciating my handiwork. I like a shaved c*ck. You have a very pretty c*ck. So much nicer without all that hair.
He set his drink down on the nightstand and rubbed his hand across my stomach, down across my hairless abdomen to my c*ck, gripping it, and giving it a couple of tugs. He took my balls in his hand, holding them, giving a gentle squeeze. I felt chills run down my arms at his touch. He let go

Chapter 7