"Shave and a Story" — NSFW story

Sammy spread his young legs. He found himself face up on the twin bed of a small monthly-rental hotel room in downtown Asheville. On the bed, at his waist, sat a sixty-ish thin effeminate man with a bowl of warm soapy water and a razor.

Sammy had seen this older queen around town – walking the streets with a feather boa and purple Chuck Taylors. He was stopping to talk to just about everybody. Though he floated down the street like a butterfly touching flowers, nothing about him said drugs or mental illness.

Now Sammy was alone with him, naked from the waist down, in a ten-by-twelve foot room on the third floor of the hotel. They’d officially met an hour ago, at a drum circle. He asked if young Sammy would join him at his room for lunch.

It was sunny outside, just after noon. The bed took up most of the room and was pushed up against the only window. No curtain or shade adorned the window. Like the twink’s cock, the window was naked.

Sammy was perched up on a pillow, and through the window, he could see the action and hear the sounds of the city below. The sunshine lit up the room completely, and cut a line across Sammy’s smooth midriff.

“You know, sugar – I was here in Asheville when that lady drove her car into the fountain.” the old femme said. …”Just terrible.”

The sissy’s right hand, with long yellow fingernails, pushed through the bush of Sammy’s pubic hairs – while the left hand stirred the soapy water with a disposable razor.

“She was drinking.”

The queen poured a bit of soapy water onto Sammy’s manhood, and started to build a froth with both hands.

“Darling, kids in the car too.”

Sammy was thinking this might be just about a shave – something as simple as a shave – and no more, but the squishy sound of the lather and the feel of the queen’s soft hands, had his tool growing. He didn’t want to appear aroused, but at this point, that seemed impossible.

“All of these people came running in to help. They could barely get her out of the car.”

Sammy’s cock, full of suds was now rock hard and bouncing to his heartbeat.

The old queen didn’t acknowledge or mention the erection.

“Her father was on the scene by the time she was extracted. Those poor young’uns. Thank goodness they were alright.”

The sissy grabbed the shaft of Sammy’s throbbing fuckstick firmly, and pushed it to the right of his belly button – working the razor down the left side of Sammy’s pubic region, creating a nice, smooth patch. The femme swirled the razor in the bowl – and tapped it a few times on the side – before firmly grabbing sammy’s rod again to repeat the process.

The old queen went on to shave Sammy’s dick and balls to a smooth finish – while going on and on about the lady who took out the fountain.

Sammy’s cock stayed hard the whole time, but he never ejaculated. He was close a few times, but tried like hell not to interrupt his gracious story-telling host.