This story begins with three girlfriends watching a lengthy French video of a young woman posing nude for the first time for an elderly, formerly prominent but over-the-hill, artist. Scene after scene showed the actress' naked body from every possible angle, as she became more comfortable being nude in front of the old man, but increasingly frustrated at his inability to produce a work that satisfied himself.
This led the ladies to a heated discussion of why films and literature were full of stories about women posing nude for men, but rarely the contrary. A few nights later the discussion was continued at their favorite bar with two other girlfriends, both former art students. Both confirmed that men were sometimes used as figure models, but that women were far more prevalent. Both of the former art students said that most of the male models they had seen had worn G strings.
This led to a plan to put together a group of women, with or without drawing ability, to get a naked male model. The art would be secondary to the statement of gender equality, not to mention the fun of ogling a naked guy.
Within a few days the interest group had grown to a dozen young women determined to right this wrong, and the group met to discuss candidates. Since none of them really liked the idea of contacting an agency to hire a professional, the talk turned to requirements -- young, good body, attractive, heterosexual, not involved with any of them. It would be nice if he was well hung, which might, of course, be hard to determine in advance. Eventually the talk turned to specific acquaintances, three preliminary candidates were identified, and the girls who knew them best were delegated to ask each one.
Mark, who knew one member well, was at least acquainted with about half of the group, but who had never slept with any of them, was considered the ideal candidate. The size of his package was pretty obvious even through his pants, and he excelled in all of the other qualifications. When asked, he seemed reluctant at first and took a couple of days to make up his mind, but then accepted, saying it might be "interesting." Mark said he didn't expect to be paid, just to be "wined and dined."
Actually Mark was very interested and, after the initial surprise at being asked by a woman he considered a bit repressed, thought it was a dream come true, thinking correctly that he'd done a good job of hiding this enthusiasm. Anxious to look his best he had briefly considered getting a body wax, but then decided this would be too obvious. He was concerned mostly with his heavy pubic and underarm hair and figured that he could trim that himself with a pair of scissors, but then he thought of an old platonic female friend who had hairdressing experience and asked her to help, telling her he'd gotten some modeling jobs.
She was happy to oblige, and so he went to her apartment the next day. He had wanted to just remove his shirt and warm up with a trim of his underarms, but she insisted that he strip and get in her shower and use a special soap. Sitting next to the shower fully clothed she made sure that he did an especially good job on his balls and between his ass cheeks. Once she was satisfied with that, she sat him down naked in a chair and had him raise one arm after the other. She trimmed his very bushy armpits, so that they looked naturally masculine and not shaven.
Then she turned her attention to his crotch having him perch on the edge of a chair with his legs spread, sitting down on the floor between his legs eyeing the job at hand for what he thought an unnecessary amount of time. Then she told him that his pubic hair had grown too far up his dick, and she proposed shaving it to the base, which would be easier with an erection. His dick had already grown under her gaze, but the suggestion of taking a razor to it had already caused some deflation. He realized she was right that once his balls were trimmed, his dick would look hairy, and so he did as she asked and stroked his dick to an erection, which didn't take long, sitting there naked with his legs spread in front of his fully clothed friend. The touch of her fingers and the warm shaving lather helped even more, and he managed to forget how close that sharp straight razor was to his manhood. And yes, he was really having a hard time remembering that this woman was just a friend, as she put lotion on his newly shorn erect cock with quite a few more passes than necessary, starting him up the dangerous road to ejaculation.
She then used scissors to cut back his pubic hair, so that his balls were entirely visible without making them look purposely shaven. Her warm fingers grazing across his balls and cock kept him erect while she worked, and his dick was so close to her that it touched her face a couple of times, once even grazing her lips.
