Joey stayed home from work on Monday. He told his boss that he had diarrhea, because nobody ever thought you were lying if that was your excuse. But in truth, the real answer was more embarrassing for Joey than even that rather humiliating lie.
He had to shave his back. He grew hair down his shoulders so quickly that he needed to shave his back once a week or so. It had been getting even worse lately, and when a series of events had left him unable to shave for two weeks, he knew he needed to take a day off to do it right.
Not only was it physically difficult to shave his own back — though he had managed to come up with enough tricks to get it done — but it was also problematic for him, health-wise. Joey was an Italian-American guido with thick hair on his head and chest; he had kinky black hairs that curved and grew inward when shaved, resulting in ingrown hairs.
So while his buddies spent all their time bragging about screwing chicks, going to the gym to work out shirtless, and tanning their bare, smooth bodies, Joey could only pretend to play along. He went shirtless whenever he could but even a tiny bit of fuzz would be enough to be teased mercilessly. He and his fellow Jersey Shore guidos demanded perfectly smooth chests — to say nothing of course, of their backs, shoulders and necks.
There was a knock on his front door. Joey stood in the bathroom looking at his back in the mirror, holding a can of African Essence shaving cream — he had found that products marketed toward black people were the most effective at preventing ingrown hairs — and he was glad to have an excuse to put it off. He truly hated shaving his back.
He hurried to the front door, grabbing a shirt on the way in case it was one of his buddies. He wouldn’t want them to see him with hair sprouting from his shoulders and even beyond that, well into his upper back.
Peering through the peephole, Joey saw that it was only Rufus, his gay neighbor. Joey thought that Rufus had a crush on him, so he kept the shirt off — he figured seeing his hairy back would be enough to turn any gay off. That might stop the awkwardly flirtatious stares.
“Hey, Joey, I just wanted to say hi and invite you to my Christmas party. It’s actually a few days after Christmas, since I know it’s difficult for people to get away from their families before-“
“I dunno,” Joey said. “I’ll think about it.” He didn’t want to go to any gay party, but it seemed rude to say that directly. He just shrugged and made sure his face looked hostile, so Rufus wouldn’t think he was being seductive. But even that seemed to turn Rufus on even more.
“Are you okay?” Rufus asked. “You look upset. You stayed home from work today.”
“Just playing hookey?”
Joey scowled. He turned around to show off his back. “There? I gotta shave my back today. I usually take off work cuz… nevermind, I just gotta take care of myself. I’m sure you understand-“
“Wait!” Rufus stopped Joey from shutting the door. “You shave your own back?”
“That must be tough. How do you get back there?” Rufus pantomimed trying to reach his own back.
“You want some help?”
“You wanna shave my back?”
“Well, no… I love hairy backs,” Rufus said. “I don’t want to shave it at all. But if someone’s gonna shave it, I’d rather it be me.”
Joey thought about it. The idea of a queer touching him was revolting — Joey wasn’t homophobic, but he didn’t like gays and didn’t want to be touched by them — but it would be so much easier than shaving his own back.
He sighed and nodded. His shaving things were already set out and ready on the bathroom counter. Rufus looked excited, Joey thought with a sense of disgust, and he wondered if Rufus had a hardon. But Joey suspected if he could get a smooth back tonight, he’d be able to get laid when he went out later, and that was enough to motivate him. He was very horny.
Rufus’ fingers spread over Joey’s back, rubbing shaving cream onto his muscles. His fingers kneaded the hair on Joey’s upper back, and Joey could see his orgasmic face in the mirror. Joey closed his eyes so he wouldn’t have to see that; looking at Rufus’ face made him feel like he was doing something gay, which now occurred to him was a possibility — he could get a no-strings attached blowjob, probably.
The razor touched his back. It felt good, Joey thought, surprisingly so — it had always been so awkward and humiliating to shave his own back, but now this was outright arousing. He felt his dick get hard in his boxer shorts.
“I know plenty of gay guys who are into hairy backs, y’know.”
“I’m actually the president of an organization called the Hairback Appreciation Society,” he said. “We honor and promote the sexiness of men with hairy backs.”
Joey blanched as he felt Rufus touch him in two spots. First he kissed the spot just under Joey’s neck, where he hadn’t shaved yet, so Rufus’ lips connected with the thick hair there. Second, at the same time, Rufus reached around and grabbed Joey’s cock, where it was sticking out of the fly of his boxers.
Joey grunted. He blushed and closed his eyes as he felt the razor continuing to move up and down his back. It was hard to focus on that though, with a soft hand slowly stroking his shaft.
His back was done. He could feel the last vestiges of shaving cream being wiped off. Rufus stepped in front of Joey, on his knees, and opened his outh. He swallowed Joey’s dick down to the root.
Joey moaned, then bit his lip — he didn’t want to let a gay man know he sucked dick better than any woman, even if it was true. Joey’s cock pulsated, spasming, leaking precum from the moment it touched Rufus’ mouth.
“You can fuck my face,” Rufus said breathlessly, a trail of spit extending from his lips to Joey’s dick.
Joey groaned. He grabbed Rufus’ head with both hands. It was so rare that girls let him do anything like this. It was unfortunate that Rufus had short hair, because that made it harder to pretend he was a girl, but once Joey began controlling the blowjob, he forgot about his anxiety.
He held Rufus’ head in position and humped his dick deeper and deeper down his throat. Rufus valiantly took every inch, choking and gagging every few strokes but making no effort to stop Joey. His fingers reached up to the kinky black hairs that remained on Joey’s chest.
Joey loved face-fucking, loved the feeling of power and dominance it aroused in him and loved the way he could penetrate Rufus’ throat into a frothy fluid-filled mess without concern for how it made Rufus feel. He groaned and sighed as his dick soaked in Rufus’ gullet.
Almost as soon as Rufus touched Joey’s nipples, Joey came — he had always loved nippleplay — even as Rufus’ hands continued around to Joey’s now-smooth back. Hot cum coated Rufus’ mouth and throat, and it flowed down his gullet.
Joey grunted and said a few curse words in Italian, just about the only words he knew. His muscles all shook at once as a powerful orgasm washed over him. His knees went weak and he almost fell on the ground, but he used Rufus’ shoulders for support.
Finally it was done, and Joey pulled out. He took a few deep breaths, trying to sound nonplussed, as though this wasn’t the best orgasm of his life.
His fingers still clutching Joey’s chest hair, Rufus smiled and wiped his face off. “What about that chest?” he asked. “Do you want me to shave that too?”