to shave Peter.

Once we decided that his legs were done, we had him rinse in the tub and wet his arms. I had him stand in the middle of the bathroom and raise his arms above his head. Terry and I began carefully moving our razors around his underarm, taking every little hair out of there with the utmost care. He wiggled a little every now and then as it certainly must have tickled. We then had him lower his arms and we did them too until the only hair left on him was on his head and a slight downy effect on his chest.

"Now if you want to be totally right about this, Peter, we're going to have to do the chest, too, man!" I said.

"OK, but take it easy. I'm really ticklish!" he said.

With that we washed his chest off and I ran my fingers over it lightly, feeling for hair before we creamed him up. Shaving his chest proved to be the most difficult since he was so ticklish, and I had to step back every few seconds and let him get a hold of himself before we went on. Standing back at one point to survey my work, I noticed that his cock had taken on a definite rise inside those tight little Speedo's. Oh my, I thought to myself. This could really get interesting.

Terry and I were finally satisfied that we were done and we let Peter shower quickly to rinse off. I began to clean up a little while he did so, and I was amazed to find Terry staring at his teammate with rapt attention as Peter caressed himself with the soap and rinse under the spray. I looked down at his crotch and realized that he, too, was turned on by all of this, and began to wonder if there was more to this roommate/teammate relationship than met the eye.

Peter got out of the shower and began to dry off. Once dry, he and I repeated the entire process for Terry, starting with the legs and ending with the chest. Terry was a little hairier than Peter and it took a little longer. Glances every few seconds revealed hard lumps in both pairs of Speedo's and I threw a rod after some consideration of the effects it might have. This was getting too hot!!

We finally finished Terry off and as he rinsed, this time with Peter watching fervently, I cleaned up the floor and put all the razors in the garbage can. As I stood up, Peter looked me up and down and said, "You know, Andrew, you have quite a bod, yourself, man. You would look awesome shaved!"

"I don't know, Peter. It's kind of strange, isn't it?" I asked with fake innocence that he probably didn't read correctly.

"No, actually it feels really cool," he said, caressing his arms, chest and legs. "Really sexy, I mean. Here-- just run your hands on my chest and tell me what you think!"

I placed my hands on his chest and moved them around, feeling the soft skin and, I must admit, really liking what I felt. "So what do you say, man?" he asked me with a glint in his eyes.

"OK, it'll always grow back if I don't like it, right?"

"Right!" Peter said. Terry had been listening to all this and still had his hardon, I could see. They