cock shaving is soooo hot


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By 4 skinned on Sunday, April 23, 2006 - 03:17 am:

    i shave my cock / balls and all the waY under to my ring in the shower daily before i masterbate, do you too?


By You would be surprised on Monday, May 19, 2008 - 03:31 pm:

    Until a couple years ago, I didnít pay much attention to grooming in the southern regions. Fastidiously clean, yes; tidy, not so much. Then one day, on a whim, I decided that things looked somewhat unkempt, and decided to clear some brush. Now, being of pale northern stock, Iím not a very hairy guy; the hair I do have tends to be light and fine. In a pinch, I can skip a day of shaving and still be more or less respectable at work. But I suddenly didnít like the look, and decided shaving was the answer to this pelvic unsightliness.

    It was harder than it looked. The male regional geography is quite varied, and caused some awkward angles just to see what was going on, much less safely run a very sharp piece of steel over some of my most sensitive and treasured bits. I did this in the shower, and between the shaving cream and the water, things quickly got slick, what with having to pull things this way and that to get underneath something or just to have a taut area to work on. The result, while a vast improvement in looks (and feel), was unsatisfactory, still a little overall stubble, missed spots no matter how diligent, and increasingly impossible to operate the further underneath and around back I got. Also, it grew back rather quickly. I needed assistance.

    So, a couple months ago I started thinking waxing. Now, obviously there are issues here, the primary one being pain. After all, there are the constant popular horror stories as to how much it hurts. But more significantly, this seems to be the province of women, and probably gay guys. Am I becoming the dreaded metrosexual of the rapidly fading media fad? Clearly not, but still, this operation, if it were to be put into motion, must remain a closely held secret.

    But where to turn? I had seen a couple recurrent postings on craigslist under the Therapeutic Services section while perusing for a massage therapist. One in particular had a website that noted that they did Brazilian jobs, and that they catered to men as well. Finally, at the beginning of the week, I made The Call. I explained to the woman that I was a novice, and proceeded to ask a series of basic and stupid questions. She was patient, and gave me an appointment for Wednesday evening.

    I arrived at the building, and didnít see any signs. I went up the stairs to the second floor, and emerged in the waiting area of a beauty salon, with four bored, over-coiffed foreign stylists staring at me like a piece of meat. Clearly I was in the wrong place, but perhaps they had heard of the place I was looking for? No, but the one in charge, a woman of a certain age, took me in charge and led me through the entire salon, gathering attention from all the women present, both employees and clients. Out the back door, there was an Asian nail salon that did waxing, as well as a laser hair removal place. I assured her it was neither, but she took me back through the salon, introducing me to the manager in the process, and called the laser woman. After telling her there was a client here, she put me on the phone to establish what I already knew, that it was a false lead. I finally extracted myself from the clutches of the salon ladies and went back to my car, where I called the number that I had. It turned out that the place was in a closet with an unmarked door at the top of the stairs between the nail salon and the laser place. The technician opened the door, and I would have placed her as perhaps Persian, but her name suggested Hispanic. She was young and attractive, reviving yet another of my fears, one that has occupies me in regards to nudist camps and massages: that there would be a socially inappropriate reaction at a critical juncture.

    After filling out the requisite paperwork, she left me to undress from the waist down, and lie down with a small washcloth over the strategic areas. I wasnít sure of the purpose, but as a novice, figured I would wait and see. I really couldnít understand how she was going to work on areas without being able to see them, but figured maybe there was a intricate, painstaking, and completely ineffectual dance of the draping for formís sake similar to that in some massage therapy sessions. Sure enough, as soon as she came in, she flipped it up so that it was only covering the tip, and the started to point, discuss, and move things around. She would have me get a good grip and really stretch things out, but would have to show me how firmly and in what direction first. All this groping and flaunting, with a bright light and her face inches away, normally would have given rise to big problems, but I neednít have worried in this case. Between the surrealism and the pain, there was never even a remote danger of any of my parts getting happy.

    The actual waxing, for the most part, wasnít that bad, considering that someone was smearing hot wax on my sensitive bits and ripping it off along with all the hairs. The actual heat of the wax was more painful in most cases than the subsequent pull a minute later, though there were some moments with a greater concentration of hair that had me gritting my teeth.

    Periodically, sheíd have me sit up and sheíd ask, ďWhat about here?Ē All in all, it was a bit odd to be sitting there in only a shirt calmly discussing the appearance of my genitals with a woman Iíd never met. Iíve never even done that with a doctor. When we both agreed that the front was done, she had me flip over onto my knees and elbows, with my face in the table, and she proceeded to do her thing on the back forty. As I was aimed at the door of this tiny room, I kept wondering if someone would burst in looking for the storage closet and get an unforgettable memory.

    Throughout the procedure, she kept up a polite conversation about where I was from, my family, our cats, etc. The whole thing took just under an hour, and she charged me $150. She gave me some of the coconut oiled that she had rubbed into me, and told me that it should last from four to six weeks. Things this morning are still slightly tender in a couple places, which I suspect was more from the heat than the defoliation. But the look is fantastic. And even though I still get a jolt of surprise every time I run my hand there, it feels great as well. Iíd call myself a satisfied customer. Though Iíll have to see whether I do it again.

    But still, I hadnít really imagined even days earlier that Iíd be spending my afternoon balanced on a rickety table face down, ass up while I paid a stranger to slather my crack with wax. On the other hand, I discovered an interesting Armenian bakery downstairs.


By heather on Monday, May 19, 2008 - 06:41 pm:

    *snicker*

    wow, boy-waxing is pricey. if anyone has a laser story i would love to hear it, every five weeks gets tiresome.


By Spider on Monday, May 19, 2008 - 09:23 pm:

    The last line is genius.


By Nate on Monday, May 19, 2008 - 10:27 pm:

    And hopefully literal.


By heather on Tuesday, May 20, 2008 - 01:04 am:

    pants-bakery


By droopy on Tuesday, May 20, 2008 - 01:49 am:

    i've had...
    a stewed czech in my private area
    a pickled german down there
    a fried kentuckian down south
    but i've never had a baked armenian downstairs.

    i down know why this thread made me think of this. i was at the latino market yesterday and they had this guy outside selling corn. he would take a cob of corn out of a steamer, shave off the kernels with a few quick and precise movements of a machete-like knife, and put them in a styrofoam cup. you get a choice of added flavorings: lime juice, sour cream, parmesan cheese, and mayonnaise. i was a little unsure about what to get. he said, "quieres todos?" (you want everything?) and i said "yeah". it was ok, but i think i could've done without the mayo.

    i bet that guy could do a mean cock-shaving with that knife.


By Dr Pepper on Tuesday, May 20, 2008 - 04:26 am:

    I once shaved my leg to see how smooth is my leg, I have heard of that before, Tried and true. A smooth texture.

    Droopy, did you see the mini video I left on May 17 at 11:06 pm. It is about a crazy guy attacked the bus driver.


By heather on Tuesday, May 20, 2008 - 04:46 am:

    tried and true

    a smooth texture


By Danielssss on Tuesday, May 20, 2008 - 01:40 pm:

    omg what have I been missing? Hanging out at the Bosnian dessert place all this time!!!


By Homer on Tuesday, May 20, 2008 - 02:35 pm:

    Mmmm, cevapcici....


By patrick on Tuesday, May 20, 2008 - 06:17 pm:





    i knew a chick, who, in a drunk heat, decided to shave her cooter before getting into it and accidentally sliced her clit. nice. in the same conversation with the friend who was getting it on with her learned she also was a rare breed who ejaculate.

    christ.


By Daniel ssss on Tuesday, May 20, 2008 - 11:23 pm:

    INGREDIENTS
    1 1/2 pounds ground pork
    1 pound lean ground beef
    1/2 pound ground lamb
    1 egg white
    4 cloves garlic, minced
    1 teaspoon salt
    1 teaspoon baking soda
    2 teaspoons ground black pepper
    1 teaspoon cayenne pepper
    1/2 teaspoon paprika



    DIRECTIONS
    Preheat a grill for medium-low heat.
    In a large bowl, combine the ground pork, ground beef, ground lamb and egg white. Add the garlic, salt, baking soda, black pepper, cayenne pepper and paprika. Mix well using your hands, and form into finger length sausages about 3/4 inch thick.
    Lightly oil the grilling surface. Grill sausages until cooked through, turning as needed, about 30 minutes.


    NO SHAVING REQUIRED


By Homer on Wednesday, May 21, 2008 - 10:47 am:

    Mmmm, cevapi....


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