The following morning, Kevin had already left for lectures when Carl woke up. The boys hadn't spoken about last night, being milked in front of the entire Halls of Residence. It was something everyone had witnessed and yet it was somehow their dirty secret. They also didn't know how they felt about it themselves let alone what the other boy felt, so it was hard to start the conversation. What would they say, anyway?
As he got up and noticed some of the girls lingering outside his room for a glimpse of him naked, Alison, the pudgy girl with frizzy hair who had taken such a delight in being the first girl to milk Carl and Kevin appeared.
'Have you got a minute,' she said, looking at Carl, with just a towel wrapped around him, ready to jump into the shower. He nodded.
'I've got a text from Mrs. Simmonds to say that you need to keep your body shaved at all times. And she said she mentioned this to you,' said Alison, looking down at her phone as if she were reading the text, which Carl was pretty sure she wasn't. It had actually been 'Nurse' Sandra -- who turned out to be a cleaner rather than a nurse -- who had told him to keep his body shaved but he just nodded to confirm that was true. 'Well, she's asked me to take care of it,' said Alison, now looking at him, a smile on her fat face.
Carl doubted this but didn't know how to argue the point. Besides, he did want to keep his body smooth, seeing as so many girls and women seemed to like it that way, so he decided to accept all this as true. Following him into the bathroom, Alison watched him drop the towel, turn on the water and begin to shower, which made Carl's penis start to rise. He soaped himself and could feel Alison's eyes on him through the steamed-up glass of the shower. When he got out she watched him dry himself then started to inspect his body as if looking for hairs that she needed to deal with. She had run some water into the sink, had produced a new razor and tiny bottle of shaving oil from her pocket and, demanding that Carl raise his arms, started to anoint his armpits with the oil before dipping the razor in the water and scratching away at what little stubble that was there.
Then, re-dipping the razor, she rubbed a little of the oil around his nipples and pecked at them, though there was really nothing to shave, before going down on her knees and rubbing the oil into the patch above Carl's penis where pubic hair would have been if he had been allowed to grow any of it. The feeling of her fat little fingers massaging the oil into his body so close to the base of his penis made the already semi-erect organ expand. Alison smiled a secret smile and drank in the sight of Carl's slowly growing penis.
And as it rose towards her face, and Carl blushed deeply, thankful that Kevin had gone to an early lecture, Alison re-wetted the razor and ran it around the base of Carl's penis, lifting it up to do the underside, by which time it was properly hard. Holding it like this, in private, she was so tempted to put it in her mouth but then all pretence of this being official would be gone, so she resisted, feeling the butterflies in her stomach... and in her knickers.
Taking each ball in her hand, she turned them over and nipped at them with the razor, stretching the skin of Carl's scrotum over the testicles so she had something to press against, breathing in the smell of this clean boy, his balls slightly musky.
When she had taken as long as she dared at this, she said, matter-of-factly, 'Now, let's go into the bedroom and I can finish you off...' Carl didn't know what she meant by this but she instructed him to lie on his back on his bed and hold his ankles so she could shave the rest of him. Carl did as he was told while Alison went to the bathroom to fill up a glass with warm water for her razor.
When she came back, Carl was, as instructed, lying on his back, an ankle in each hand, his buttocks stretched apart so that his little pink anus was there to greet Alison... and now Sarah, who had appeared at the doorway with a casual, 'Don't mind me.' Looking down at this beautiful boy in such a vulnerable position, Alison couldn't help but let out a groan of pleasure. Carl's penis was completely hard and, with his body curled up like this, it reached way up his body.
'I bet he could lick it if he tried,' said Sarah, as she watched Alison tinkle her razor in the glass and start to rub the shaving oil on the hardened ridge between Carl's balls and his anus. Alison giggled, massaging Carl in a way that was clearly not just about lubricating him for his shave.
'Do you think you could, Carl?' said Alison.
'Sorry, what, Miss?' said Carl, who had been so ashamed he had kind of zoned out.
'Do you think you could reach the tip of your penis with your tongue in this position?' she said, in the sort of tone you would use on a child particularly slow on the uptake.
'Erm, I'm not sure, Miss,' said Carl, his face red from shame and from holding this position.
'Well, try,' said Sarah from the doorway. Carl put his tongue out... it was inches from the head of his penis. 'Try harder!' barked Sarah. He strained forward, his tongue out and... managed it. He'd never done this before and there was something weird about tasting his own precum on his penis and feeling his tongue on the head. The girls were shrieking with delight and demanding that he do it again. Sarah even got her phone out and started taking pictures with Carl aware that not only was she getting shots of him licking the tip of his own penis but also of his buttocks stretched wide apart, his anus clearly visible.
As Sarah trundled off, laughing to herself and looking at her pictures of Carl splayed out, licking the tip of his own penis, Alison refocused on the job in hand and told Carl to pull his ankles further apart so she could shave his hole. He complied and felt Alison's fingers smear the oil around his anus and onto it. Even a little into it. His penis gave an involuntary twitch and a little precum drizzled out onto his chest. Alison noticed this and continued, easing the tip of her finger just in then out of Carl's hole, making him gasp and twitch every time. To have him splayed out for her like this, a young man so much more beautiful than she would ever have again, made her heart beat faster and her face burn with pleasure.
He then felt the razor around his hole. It gave him a couple of minutes respite and his penis stopped twitching. Then, the hole completely smooth -- it was pretty smooth to begin with, to be honest -- he felt Alison's finger back on it. Back in it. His head went back involuntarily, his penis hardened so much it almost hurt and he could hear groans coming from his mouth even though he was not aware of groaning. Alison carried on invading his tight pink hole, watching his penis twitching, desperate for a human hand on it.
'I could milk you now, if you want,' she said, looking at Carl's beautiful face from between his stretched-out thighs.
'Oh, please, please,' said Carl, desperate for his penis to be gripped and worked.
'Please what?' said Alison, sensing the power that was in her hand at this moment.
'Please, Miss. Please. I'll do anything.'
