This is a true story from when I was a grad student in college hanging out with my best friend Jordan. We bonded over pot, South Park, music, and intellectual conversation. I could easily have imagined marrying him, if he were gay; he's one of the most deep connections in my life. On this particular day, at his request, I showed him how to manscape, which ended with us jerking off together.
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Jordan was a few years younger than me, finishing up undergrad as I was finishing my master's degree. We'd originally met because he lived in a house with a guy I'd dated. Once that guy and I broke up, Jordan became my main companion. We literally hung out daily and he almost always spent the night on my couch, a better situation than the shared room he rented. In the evening when he came over, I'd be in spandex shorts from doing yoga, or most often, just my underwear, boxers or boxer briefs and a tee shirt. That's how I liked to hang out at home and Jordan didn't mind, even asking why I put on more clothes once when he came in and insisting that I be comfortable around him.
Jordan was 6 feet, a couple inches taller than me, with shaggy brown hair, pale white skin, and a toned body. Like many undergrads, he maintained his trim figure by walking everywhere and had long, lean muscles. While his legs were hairy like mine, he didn't have hair on his chest or stomach as I did. I was not quite as in shape (there's not so much walking in grad school!), but had a toned body from 90 minutes of yoga every other day.
There was always a flirtatious energy between us, though Jordan never went beyond the typical teasing of a straight guy with a close gay friend. We talked about everything quite openly and our favorite trait of each other was definitely our intellects. He'd grown up very sexually conservative because of his family's beliefs and was just starting to break out of that. Meanwhile, I was experiencing the freedom of a mid-twenties gay man who'd just left his conservative home state for a midwestern liberal college town. I'd asked him to consider a sexual encounter of some kind with me, mainly because we were such close friends (and he was gorgeous), but he always brushed it off.
Recently we'd gotten in the habit of watching porn together. It was clear at times as we watched that he was horned up, adjusting himself through his shorts. I was just wearing my undies, so no hiding anything there. One day sitting beside me on the couch, he asked me to get out my MacBook and pull up PornHub. The guy in the first thumbnail to come up was shaved completely.
"Do you shave, Matt?" Jordan asked.
"No, but I do manscape," I replied. He looked puzzled so I elaborated. "I trim things with clippers. You don't want the undergrowth to make the tree look smaller, right?"
"Sometime I want you to show me," Jordan requested. "I think I'm bushy but don't know anything about it."
I smirked. "Actually, I have my trimmer charging now in the bathroom to clean myself up. It's been a few weeks."
"Dude, show me what you do," he repeated his request.
"Are you serious right now? Give me a few minutes— I have to jerk off first. It's been a day or two and I'd probably get hard being naked in front of you," I hesitated.
"Yeah, same here," Jordan admitted. "So what? Fuck it. Let's go."
I gave him an 'is this really happening look,' but he stood up and looked at me expectantly. We went down the hall to my tiny apartment bathroom. Two people barely fit. My mind was racing. Was this a joke? Surely he'd stop me before I got below my waist.
"First of all," I explained, "I usually do this in the tub so the hair stays contained. But it's hard to see in the mirror, so let's stand in front of the sink. I'll just sweep up later."
I pulled off my shirt and Jordan followed my lead. Although he's dark haired and I'm blonde haired and blue eyed with lighter body hair, we were both super pale with a lot of freckles. I started with my armpit hair, explaining that less hair equals less smell, and trimmed it quickly with a few passes of my clippers. Then on to my chest hair, noting that he could skip that step since he didn't have any.
"I'd normally be naked for all of this so that hair isn't getting on my clothes," I explained, dusting clippings off my boxers.
"Matt, I ask you to show me what you do," Jordan insisted. He started unbuttoning his pants and pulled them off, standing in an overstretched, elastic long worn out pair of Hanes boxer briefs that only a straight guy could own. He reached in them, shaking his package, vain enough to want some blood in it before showing me, and then shucked his undies too, all the while making deliberate eye contact. I didn't hide my blatant stare.
His dick was average in size, still soft, skinny, cut like me. It was pale like the rest of his skin with a fully exposed pink head. His nuts were super beautiful and somewhat large; they made his dick look a little smaller because of their size and hang. Now to the matter at hand: his pubes reminded me of a dartboard, radiating out from his crotch in a circle without caring about the boundary between his torso and legs. "Well, that's definitely bushy," I agreed.
"Whatever bud, we're about to fix my jungle," Jordan said laughing. He nodded toward my boxers. "Now stop stalling; you too."
My heart was racing, and I was trembling a bit. Jordan wasn't backing down or joking. I pulled my boxers down and kicked them outside the bathroom. He made no pretense either and openly checked me out. "There's your dick, dude," he said, eyes wide, voice excited.
"It's not all that," I said, swatting him playfully, thankful I was so overwhelmed that I wasn't getting hard. It was exhilarating to be naked with my best friend but I was really nervous about boning up in front of him and him having no reciprocal reaction. That would've brought my sexuality and the sexual tension between us too much to the fore. This just seemed like two bros just hanging out. So far.
We chatted about various lengths of guards, whether to trim or shave the balls, about getting rid of the patch of hair everybody has on their back above their butt crack. I started to trim my stomach hair, around my belly button. I felt my dick swinging gently while I worked and something in my brain flipped. I could feel blood start flowing and my cock tingling. Although I tried to take my mind off it, my mental gymnastics made things worse; I knew I was getting engorged beyond anything that would pass off as normal fluctuation. As I glanced in the mirror, my dick was looking full in length and girth, but thankfully not lifting off my balls yet. The head was beginning to look angrily reddish purple and swollen. As I continued trimming, pushing my dick to the side, precum oozed at the tip in a large bead that I knew Jordan could see. My face flushed, embarrassed at my body's reaction. What was Jordan thinking of all this?
"So one of the big mistakes is to only trim directly above your dick," I said, my mouth dry. I cleared my throat, continuing my lesson. "But as you can see, there's a lot of hair on my thighs where they meet my groin, same as with you. You have to trim that as well." While he looked down, considering his hair growth pattern, I put one leg up on the toilet lid, bending my knee. "I find an angle like this makes it easier to get in there." Thankfully, I could mash my dick out of the way now, partially concealing it from Jordan's view.
