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Craig - a Shave and a Handjob

by Jeroldc


Craig - A Shave and a Hand job

About 21 years ago, my husband, Jeff and I moved to Florida from Des Moines, IA. We had had enough of the long Iowa winters. We initially rented a townhouse in north Tampa until we could get settled, then buy a house in an upper-middle class neighborhood.

The day we moved in, we met the neighbors. That certainly was an interesting experience. The black couple next door was as nice as they could be. Another neighbor – I never did find out where she lived – welcomed us to the neighborhood by telling us it was a shame that we had to have black neighbors! Oh, the South! I will never understand this racial crap. If people felt like this in Iowa, they were embarrassed and kept their mouths shut. Here people take pride in feeling that way. I never did see her again after we hoisted the rainbow flag!

The one neighbor that caught my eye lived across the street from me. I had noticed him puttering around out in the yard as we were moving in. What a hunk! He was about 35 years old with a solid (but not fat) build, balding with a buzz cut, and a close-cropped beard. It was warm out and he was just wearing shorts in the yard. He was covered with the most delicious-looking mat of man fur that I had ever seen! As we were moving in, I found him to be a constant distraction. I could only think how much I would like to kiss him from top to bottom! He had also caught the eye of my husband as well who was giving me bemused looks when he would see me gazing over his direction. I knew that Jeff thought he was a hunk as well. Thank goodness, jealousy has never been an issue in our 35-year open relationship

We were hauling out some boxes to the curb and I saw our neighbor outside on his parking with his wife and two children. I glanced over at him – he was still shirtless – and he asked me how the move was going. I walked across the street, my eyes feasting on his hairy body and introduced myself. He introduced himself as Craig and introduced his wife and children to me. We had a bit of small talk and then I reluctantly went back to my work. As I was walking away, one of his children said something to the effect of “he doesn’t look any different from anyone else.” The wife quickly shushed the child. I thought, “What was that all about?” Puzzled, but nonetheless amused, I mentioned it to my husband and we kind of chuckled about it the rest of the evening.

Over the next several weeks, I got to know Craig a bit better. He was very friendly and always willing to chat for a bit. He was definitely a treat to my eyes as he frequently went around without a shirt. I found out that he was martial-arts expert as well as a former sheriff’s deputy. He now worked as a private detective that did investigative work for clients. I thought back to the comment that his daughter made about us “looking like everyone else” and it finally made sense. He had probably done a background check on us and found out that bought the house together and had owned another house together back in Iowa for a number of years. The kids must have overheard them talking about the fact that they have gay neighbors.

I never made my sexual orientation a secret and soon it naturally came out in our conversations. Craig used to delight me talking about his martial arts and giving me demonstrations of some of his moves – shirtless of course! I also enjoyed hearing about his exploits as a former deputy.

I assumed that I would have a better chance of seeing snow in Tampa than I would have ever sleeping with this hunk. Only later did I find out that it really does snow here from time to time!

About four years after we moved, I was sort of burned out at work and had given my resignation. My employers asked me to take a few weeks off and think about it. I used the time to relax and putter around the house. One morning, Craig came over to chat when I was in the yard working with my palm trees. He told me that he had hurt his back and shoulder at one of those martial arts things he was in and did I know of anyone who does massage therapy. I told him that I belonged to a gay men’s nudist group that held non-sexual massage workshops monthly. I did not know anyone who did professional massage, but I would be happy to try and work on his back for him. He was busy that morning, but said that he would take me up on it later. I kept thinking, “so close, yet so far.” He was just being polite and brushing me off. Nonetheless, I spent the entire day distracted by my thoughts of giving him the rubdown of a life!

Imagine my surprise when he called me the next morning and asked me if the offer was still open to work on his back! I told him that I would be happy to help him out. I went out and turned on my hot tub figuring this would be a good way to relax him (and see him nude, too).

Craig came over and was not too sure about getting in the hot tub. I assured him that the property was very private and no one could see us. It would loosen up his back, too. He was just wearing a pair of shorts and sandals. I was quite surprised when he shucked off his shorts and I was greeted by a half-hard 6-inch cut cock. It was about half-mast and quite thick. The mere sight of that made the whole morning worth it! We sat in the hot tub chatting for about 15 minutes and then went inside. We had both dried off outside and I asked him to help me set up the massage table. How hot was this? - he was still naked! He was still a bit chubbed up. And I was really enjoying the view, although I am sure that I would never be able to touch it.

He lay on his stomach on the massage table. He was covered in wiry black fur all over - some places a bit thicker than others. I really did try and worked on his back, but was annoyed that I kept getting an erection as I touched him. I did not want to piss him off. He was like massaging a bag of potatoes. He was so tight in his muscles that I had to do quite a bit of pressure point therapy to get the knots out.

After about 30 minutes, I asked Craig to flip over and I would get his arms, chest and legs. He turned over and I noticed that he had closely trimmed his pubic hair. I also noticed that he was at full mast so to speak. He did not seem embarrassed so I just ignored it and went on. He put his arms back behind his head and I kept bumping into him with my erection - again he was not phased by it.

For a bear, he did not have much armpit hair. It was fun to stroke his pits anyway. They exuded a nice clean smell that was a real turn on. I got closer to really inhale the manly aroma.

I finished up on his legs and commented on his trimmed bush. It was at this time I noted a large drop of cock dew at the end of his dick which continued to point to his stomach. He told me that he likes to shave it every now and then. Craig said he liked the change since he is so hairy. A shaved bush is an anathema of everything I like about guys, but it looked good on Craig. He commented that he needed to shave it again. He just has not had the time and it was a pain to do.

I was done massaging him at this point. I asked him if he wanted me to get a razor and some shaving cream and do the job for him. I figured he would refuse and get ready to go. Imagine my surprise when he said “Sure - that would be great. You sure you don’t mind?” Did I mind? Does a rag doll have cloth tits? Of course I didn’t mind in the slightest! I sprang back to full wood at the thought touching so intimately. I told him to hang out there and I would be right back. He just put his arms back behind his head and settled back on the massage table.

I got some cream and a new razor. I lathered him up and proceeded to give him a very detailed shave. As I was moving his stiff cock out of the razor’s way, his cock disgorged a squirt of precum on my fingers. I surreptitiously licked it off. It was very hot tasting and the idea that I was able to taste some of his cock-snot without him seeing was even hotter.

We were both hard as I finished up. I washed off the shaving cream with some water on a towel and figured he would get going. So needless to say I was shocked to hear him ask me if I had any porno we could watch. I recovered my voice and told him that I did not have any straight porn - only gay stuff that he would not be interested in. He told me, “Porn is porn - gay or straight. I have never seen any gay porn! I am sure it is hot as straight porn. Let’s see some.”

Armed with a couple of towels for the sofa, my hard dick led the way into the media room. We sat on the couch. Craig in the middle so that no matter what, I would have to sit next to him. I popped in a movie called “Nutbusters” which is just nothing but cum shots - one after another. It is one of the hottest movies in my collection. Craig sat back on the sofa with his dripping dick pointing in the air and arms behind his head. He then said that he loved seeing another guy come!

He stoked himself every so often, When he did, the precum gushed out of his cock-slit onto his hand. What a waste! I would have loved to have had that in my mouth. Then he did something very unexpected. He asked me to jerk him off! He did not have to ask twice.

I grabbed hold of that thick dick. It was well lubricated from the precum that was gushing out of his cock. I don’t think that I stroked him more that a minute or two before he threw his head back and with a loud grunt, shot eight volleys of cop cum onto his chest and stomach. Cum - thick, hot and heady - was all over my hands too. I kept stroking until he begged me to stop. Craig had another surprise for me. He reached to grab my cock to jerk me off. It was at that point that his work cell phone rang. He answered it and told the party on the other end that he would be right there. I grabbed one of the towels and wiped up the lake of cum from his chest and stomach and my hands. He apologized that he needed to leave and get something done for work that was time-sensitive. I assured him that it was fine. He quickly dressed and took off - not the way straight guys do when they have climaxed, but the way someone would with a sudden business problem.

After he left, I realized that my own cock was leaking a river and thumping like crazy. Well, I guess that I will jack off. I went back into the media room and suddenly spotted the trick towel that I had wiped Craig’s cum off with. It was still sticky and the cum had a delightful odor. I sat down and fisted my own cock while smelling the odor of Craig’s load. It did not take me 30 seconds before I shot a huge load myself. I figured that this would just be a onetime deal - little did I know that it would get better and better! More Craig stories later including some hot watersports encounters with him.

Jerold AKA Wet Bare Bear Tampa, FL USA

wetbarebear@tampabay.rr.com


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