Teaching My (Frat) Brother To Shave... His Balls — Chapter 2

Everyone is 18.

Chapter 2: The Next Step

The weirdness didn’t just end with the shave and the unexpected “getting off” event. If anything, it was the beginning of something unspoken between us. For the next couple days, Taylor would walk around the house swinging his big dick, knowing that it had gotten him a BJ once, and now he had a sort of power over me. He’d stretch in doorways, towel slipping a little too easily, putting his big dong on display, proudly. He’d sit on the couch in nothing but boxers, manspreading like his dick literally needed room to breathe. I tried to ignore it. Really, I did. I’d get a nervous erection every time he did it, but I was driven to deny him the attention he was seeking.

But the worst part? He still knew. He knew I noticed. And he knew I was trying not to.

Two days after the shaving event, when no one else was home, he brought a girl back after school. They passed by my room, and I couldn’t help but glance. His hand was on her ass, squeezing like a horny male does. Then his bedroom door shut.

What followed was a series of soft giggles. Then some moans. Then the rhythm of a bed. 

I lay frozen in my room, the sounds feeding an uncomfortable cocktail of jealousy and arousal. I wasn’t jealous of her, exactly, at least not in a way that I could admit to myself. 

I heard them get more into it, the sporadic giggling from him, his moans, the bed squeaking, his moans again, even louder than before. He was loving it, and I was happy for him. 

My body responded before my brain could untangle itself. I got a boner, raging actually, suddenly painful against my thigh. I grabbed it instinctively, squeezing it to relieve the pressure. The pressure built fast, the tension unbearable. I held myself through it, imagining more than I should have. His breathy moans. The shape of his hips. His sweaty face in pure ecstasy. The memory of his face and body while I held his parts the other day flooded into my brain. I thought about his mouth dropping open when I brought him over the edge.

I imagined the way he probably gripped the sheets as his large dong throbbed inside her, his perky butt cheeks tightening as he pushed as far inside as he could, his big, floppy balls slapping against her body between his legs.

I pictured his little white ass bouncing around and stuffing his large appendage into the lucky girl, while listening to his thrusts. I thought about what it must feel like for her.

His climax was impossible to miss, the speed of his thrusts were like seven humps per second, before abruptly stopping. Knowing that his gigantic shaft was throbbing and pumping inside her, just like I had experienced in my mouth, pushed me over the edge and I creamed my pants. I hadn’t even had time to pull out my dick. I was a little ashamed at getting off to that image, but I just changed my clothes and put the thought out of my head. Shame never really lasts long when you’re still pulsing anyway.

After a few minutes of quiet, and a few more giggles, she left uneventfully

I thought about congratulating him. I walked past his room, casually, then paused. The door was open.

Taylor was lying on his back, bare as the day he was born, one arm behind his head like he owned the world, his giant hog resting on his lacrosse-toned abs, his short, curly hair messy against his bed. I tossed a pillow at him.

“Bro, cover that shit up!”

“No,” he said, not moving an inch. He looked satisfied. Smug. Proud. Like it was a victory.

“Congrats, I guess,” I said.

“Thanks,” he replied, but didn’t sound totally into it, then stood up. He was still rock hard, and there were white globs on the base of his shaft, dripping down his smooth balls. His bush was trimmed, just like I had left it for him. I was happy to be part of him losing his virginity, as weird as that sounds. Then, out of nowhere, he added, “Your head was better, though.”

My stomach dropped. I laughed awkwardly. “We weren’t supposed to mention that again.”

He just shrugged. “Whatever, Taylor Jr. can’t stop thinking about it.”

“He’s a little big for a ‘junior’ to be honest,” I said. Why the fuck did I say that? 

I looked up from his steel rod to his face, and he was smirking at me. “So, that was why you needed some grooming tips?”

“Yup,” he said, shaking his hips to make his boner wiggle in mid-air. I laughed.

“How was it?”

“Good, obviously,” he said, but hesitated.

“So,” he said, turning around, “How’s my ass hair?”

“Bro! I am not looking!” I said, literally covering my eyes with my arm.

“C’mon, we’re past this,” he said. 

I sighed, and slightly opened my fingers in front of my eyes, letting myself get one step into the abyss of taboo.

I was greeted with Taylor, bent over on his bed, his hands holding his meaty cheeks apart, showing me a sweaty, slightly glistening pink hole that didn’t have a single hair anywhere on it.

My nervous erection was back.

I was confused. “Did you shave already?”

“No, dude, I’m hairy as hell!”

“Umm.” I stepped closer and looked. “You mean this very light peach fuzz that you need a microscope to see? That’s not ass hair.”

“The fuck are you talking about?”

“It’s just peach fuzz, dude!”

He let his cheeks go, covering his special little spot of vulnerability, and turned around to sit down on the bed. His large erection jutted at 45 degrees, and from where I stood it looked as thick as my arm.

“You’re still hard,” I said, trying to sound casual.

“Yeah dude, just fucked a girl for the first time. Can’t get it out of my head.”

“Well, most guys don’t shave their ass, and you literally don’t have anything to shave yet anyway.”

“What are you talking about dude?”

“What do you not get?”

“If my ‘peach fuzz’ isn’t ass hair, then what is?”

“It’s like real hair, in your ass.”

“Show me yours.”

“What??” I asked, incredulous. Even when I helped him shave, I never got naked myself.

“Show me your ass hair, I wanna know what I’ll be getting.”

My mouth dropped open, I wasn’t sure what I was going to do, until he took control into his own hands.

He stood again, his boner literally brushing my leg as he walked behind me. He was about five inches shorter than me still, and put his hands on my hips, his thumbs hooking into the waist of my pants. He paused, waiting to see if I was ok with it. 

He waited. I didn’t stop him. I stayed still, silently telling him, go for it.

He whipped down my pants and underwear together to mid thigh, and I felt the air hit me. I stayed still. I told myself this was just payback, just curiosity. My face turned red, as my younger (frat) brother inspected my nude form. I covered my boner with my hands, waiting for him to do what he needed. I don’t know exactly when things shifted, but I never thought things would happen like this.

“Oh,” he said, “so that’s what ass hair is.” 

I rolled my eyes. “Happy to educate you.” We chuckled, lightening the tension again, until he pulled at my cheeks, inspecting further. 

Next thing I knew, I was bent forward, face in my arms, pretending it didn’t feel oddly thrilling to have his hands on me. Pretending my body wasn’t responding. Pretending I wasn’t… curious about his fascination with me. I felt my body shuddering at his touch, as he dug his thumbs into my cheeks and pulled further apart. I felt my hole twitch involuntarily when he pulled the cheeks away from each other, creating tension on my skin, mirroring the tension in my body and mind. He studied me like a scientist. Commented on the texture.

“None of my friends have ass hair like… this,” he said, then he actually rubbed a finger across my hole. I flinched. He chuckled. I relaxed again as he started a bit of a glute massage, which felt nice actually. 

I felt him release his grip and stand up. Thinking he was done, I shifted to get up, but I was suddenly pushed forward, his weight on me, his hands on my hips, and a large, thick protuberance pressing directly at my hole. I felt the weight shift. Something warm and firm resting along the curve of me. He didn’t push. He didn’t move. Just… lingered.

 “Ummm,” I said, waiting for him to tell me what the fuck he was doing. 

“Just wanted to see what it feels like,” he said. 

“Have you gotten your fill?” I said. I was being sarcastic but he just acted like it was totally normal to do what he was doing. 

“It’s kinda cool, actually,” he said as he started to rub up and down between my cheeks. “It’s like scratching an itch on my shaft, bro.” 

“Happy to help you out,” I said, rolling my eyes. 

“You love it,” he said, then he stood up and slapped my ass hard enough to leave a hand print. “That’s how we mark the cum bucket on poker night.” 

“I swear to god,” I said, standing up and pulling my pants back up, not sure whether I was annoyed, confused, or weirdly flattered. My mind was a blur. My body? Well, that was a whole other story. Neither of us mentioned my strong erection pointing at the ceiling as I tucked it back into its secure place in my underwear. 

“Aight,” he said, “I gotta jack off.” He started rubbing himself as he turned to his computer. 

“Yeah, you do,” I said, and after hesitating, turned to walk out of his room, wondering what the fuck was going on with my head. I stopped at the doorway and turned around. I watched as he stood in front of his desk, one hand resting on the flat surface, his finger moving touching trackpad, while his other hand slowly rubbed his giant shaft. 

He pretended like I wasn’t there, as his pace increased, while he watched the girls of pornhub do their thing. His butt tightened rhythmically, and his head grew large and angry, just as it had the other day in the bathroom when we shaved. I pulled out my own cock and quickly joined him, just watching, giving into my weird feelings. I felt like I was spying on him, even though he knew I was there. With a grunt, he finished onto his desk in a white puddle. And, with an exhale, I finished onto his floor, put my junk away, and walked out.

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Over the next few days around the house, he started pestering me to shave my ass. 

“C’mon, bro. You helped me out, lemme do it for you!”

“Why?” I replied, “No one shaves their ass!”

“I’ll take you to my poker night if you let me do it,” he said, smirking.

“Bruh,” I said, “I don’t wanna go to your little gay boy fuck fest.”

“It’s not gay! You’ll get it if you just come. Plus, you’ll get to fuck one of my friends as many times as you want. I think Jimmy loses on purpose, honestly.”

His eyes were sort of pleading with me in a way, and I realized he really wanted me to come. Who wouldn’t want their big (frat) bro to hang out with their friends once in a while? I thought to myself. 

“Fuck off,” I said, smiling. He smiled back, knowing I didn’t mean it.

That night, I got comfortable in bed, chatted with a girl I’d been sexting with recently, but she went to sleep. I opened up some hidden tabs, and got to work stroking my beanpole, ready to bust a quick nut and go to sleep, when I got a snap from Taylor.

He usually sent stupid shit like a dumb food concoction he’d made, so I opened it quickly just to address it, but to my shock it was his giant cock, stuffed into some guy. Two little white cheeks were stretched around his unfairly wide meat piston. I cringed, but with a mix of nerves and fear of the taboo, and how much I was drawn to the image.

“Fag” I messaged in reply.

“Could be you,” he responded. I sent back the eye rolls emoji.

I went back to my comfort zone, big titty girls man handling large cocks, where you can’t see the guy’s face, when another snap came from him. A video.

My heart raced, and I opened it. Just as I expected, I was watching his abnormally large cock pressing balls deep into his friend, whose ass cheeks were red with hand shaped slap marks. The male receiving the stuffing was moaning, in a fully pornographic mix of pain and pleasure, getting rocked by the large dong. The video went on, and on, and on some more, as Taylor got rougher and rougher with him. I started stroking subconsciously, and before I knew it I was blowing a load on my flat stomach, already feeling my gushing, watery cum drop down my sides as I watched him throb inside his friend’s hairless little ass. From the angle, I could see his big, hairless balls pulled up against his body, his taint flexing as it unloaded in the poor little frat boy. There was the smallest fleck of hair on the underside of his left nut.

I missed a spot, I thought to myself.

I wiped myself up, threw my phone across the room into a pile of dirty laundry, turned over quickly and tried to go to sleep. 

I tossed and turned, my mind racing. Finally, I got up and grabbed my phone. He had messaged me several more times as a follow up.

“I saw you replayed the video. Could be you. Just saying.”

“Come to the next poker night. We’ll shave your ass first,” his final message read.

I sent him a single, quick message in return, saying everything I needed. “I’ll come.”