I've always had a fascination with swimmers. Male swimmers, that is. Their sleek refined muscular bodies melt my heart and raise my cock every time I see one. Every time.

There were two swimmers on my hall, and they were roommates. Terry and Peter lived about ten doors down the hall from me, and as they were always practicing, I rarely saw them at all.

One night, though, I was startled from my studies (rare occurrence, people!) to a knock on the door. In strolled Terry and Peter, dressed in warmups. Their hair was still wet, and I guessed from the early evening hour that they were just coming in from practice.

I looked up from my desk and said, "What can I do for you, fellows?"

They stood there awkwardly for a few seconds and then Terry spoke, somewhat shyly. "Look, Andrew. We need some advice. Tomorrow's our biggest meet of the season and Coach told us all to go home and shave our arms and legs so we can be sleek in the water tomorrow. We wanted to know if you knew any secrets or something...."

"Well," I replied, warming to the subject suddenly, "I've never shaved anything but my face, but I used to watch my Mom as a kid when she shaved her legs and stuff. What sort of advice did you have in mind?"

Peter took up the conversation. "Actually, we think we can do it, but we don't want all the other guys laughing at us if we do it in the community shower. We were wondering if (a) you could help us since we're totally clueless and we don't want to get any cuts, and (b) if we could use your bathroom."

RA's on my campus had private baths, and I've always been thankful for that, now more than ever! "Sure, I think that would be fine. Do you have some razors and shaving cream?"

Peter held up a KMart bag containing all the necessary tools. I ushered them to the bed and told them to take their warmups off and leave their underwear on. I discovered, watching the undress, two very fundamental things. First I discovered that they were both really HOT. Second I discovered that they were both still wearing their regulation Speedo bathing suits from practice. This made it easier to accomplish the task, I thought.

I showed them into the bathroom and told Peter to fill the tub with bath-temperature water and submerse himself in it to get his legs wet. I then told him to sit on the toilet (with the cover down) and Terry and I began lathering up his legs. Truthfully, there was not a whole lot of hair on either one of them, and it looked like it would be an easy job overall.

Once Peter was covered from the edge of his bathing suit to his ankles, Terry and I each took a leg and began shaving, dipping the razors into the tub after each stroke. At first it was kind of difficult because I didn't want to hurt Peter at all, but once I got the hang of it, I began really enjoying myself.

I was getting really wet and covered with shaving cream from the process and stood up to drop my shirt and pants, leaving only my tight g-string undies on. Neither man gave me the slightest look as I lowered my dress to this level, and we continued