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Danny Hates Shaving - Part 1
In which Danny finds an alternative to shaving, goes off to college with
his friend Matt, and begins taking hormones.
As I recall, it was when I was about fifteen that my beard got heavy
enough that I had to begin shaving on a regular basis. Before that, I
had a very light mustache and some faint sideburns but nothing that
required regular attention. Over the three years since then, my beard
has gotten heavier and I now have to shave every morning - and maybe
again in the evening if I've got a date or something. I guess I could
put up with that, but with all the shaving my skin gets really red and
irritated - especially in the wintertime. And I keep getting these
ingrown hairs that give me an occasional small red lump.
Oh, I forgot to mention that I'm a senior in high school. Yeah, I know
that eighteen is a little old to be a senior but I screwed around a lot
in my freshman year, flunked a number of subjects, and opted to repeat
my freshman year to get my GPA up to the point where I had a chance at
getting into a decent college.
So I was reading an article in out local paper the other day called
"Skin Deep" and it was about these creams or lotions that men can put on
their face that supposedly make their beard lighter and reduce skin
irritation. I got the impression from the article that there may be more
marketing than science behind the products and that, at their best, they
seem to work on some men and not on others. But the next time I was in
the drug store I looked the products up and ended up buying a small tube
of "Men Skin Difference" lotion. It wasn't cheap at $30 for an ounce but
I just charged it to my parents' account and thought that they'd
probably not notice the charge.
When I got home I followed the instructions and put a little of the
lotion on my fingertips and massaged it into the skin of my cheeks, chin
and neck where my beard was the heaviest. It didn't feel much different
when I was done except that my skin felt just a little less irritated
from that morning's shave. The lotion did have a slight fragrance to it
but it was a "guy-fragrance" and not one of those fruity "girl
fragrances" so it didn't bother me. When I shaved the next morning I
looked for any difference but couldn't really notice any - nor the next
day - nor the next day - nor the next day. By the end of the first week
I had pretty much decided that it wasn't going to help me much - other
that reducing the skin irritation, of course - but I'd already paid for
it so I might as well keep using it.
I was at one of Matt's swim meets last night when I noticed something.
Oh, I guess I hadn't mentioned Matt before. Well, Matt's a senior too
and we're kind of best friends. Oh, both of us date girls but nothing
serious or steady or anything like that. And we like to hang around
together and do "guy things" - like going to sporting events, even swim
meets. Matt's about 6' 4" to my 5' 8" and he has a heavier and more
muscular build than I do.
So, anyway, I was in the lower stands watching Matt's meet - not really
getting excited about the meet 'cause our team was killing the other
team - and thinking about how a pizza afterward would be a good idea -
when I noticed that about half of the guys on the boy's team didn't have
any body hair. Certainly, their heads were shaved bald, and as best as I
could tell, so were their armpits, chests and legs - that was kind of
weird. So afterward while we were scarfing down the pizza and Pepsi I
asked Matt about it and he said that some of the guys thought that it
reduced water drag on their bodies and gave them a little speed
advantage. So I asked him why he didn't do it too and he just said:
"Man, do you know how much that itches when you let it grow back?"
I'm not into sports as much as Matt is - well, I like to watch them but
I'm not on any of the teams. Singing is more my thing as I have a really
good Tenor voice. I sing in two of the choruses at school and in the
local Community Chorus, and I get to sing a solo at a lot of the
performances.
By the time I used the last of the lotion - about a month after I first
bought it, I had to admit that it seemed to be having a slight effect. I
never had to shave more than once a day now, my skin was rarely
irritated, and I hadn't had one of those ingrown hairs for a couple of
weeks. So I decided that while the stuff might not be having as much of
an effect as I had hoped for, at least it was doing something so I went
back to the drug store and bought two more of the one ounce bottles -
got them for $25 an ounce when I bought them in a quantity of two. When
I was rubbing the lotion on before I went to bed that night, I figured
that if a little was helping a little, then maybe more would help more -
so I put on twice as much as usual!
Gosh! I guess it did! By the end of that month I had used up both
bottles and I rarely had to shave more than once a week. Even better,
all my skin problems had disappeared and the skin on my cheeks and neck
is now smooth and soft and slightly pink in color. Sure was a contrast
to those guys that were walking around with 5 o'clock shadow all the
time!
By the time that February rolled around I had stopped shaving
completely. All that was left of my facial hair was just a little very
light "peach fuzz" and you wouldn't even notice that unless you looked
at it closely. But I was having another problem. Well, it wasn't a real
problem or anything like that but I was beginning to get some hair on my
chest. Now I'd had a couple of hairs around my nipples, and a little
hair in the center of my chest for a year or two, but now I was
beginning to develop more hair in the middle of my chest. And that
wouldn't have been so bad except that this new patch of hair was
concentrated right in the center between my pecs - in a patch, maybe two
or three inches tall, and it's this really thick black hair and it
almost looks like somebody painted my chest with black paint. It really
stands out against my white skin and looks really dumb and gross. So
since the lotion worked so well on my face, I figured that I'd try it on
my chest and started applying it there every evening before I went to
bed.
Both Matt and I had planned on going on to college - he wanted to become
a Pharmacist and I was thinking about mechanical engineering. But we
both had a problem - lack of money. Well, I don't mean that we were
totally broke or anything but our folks sure didn't have enough money to
pay for four years at even a state school. So we figured that we'd take
our first two years at the local community college, get Associate's
degrees, and then go on to a better school to finish our Batchelor's.
And it turns out that our local community college had just built the
first of several dorms and that if Matt and I agreed to work about
fifteen hours a week in the food service area, that we'd get free room.
Sounded better than living at home with our folks - so we applied to the
college and signed up for a small two-bedroom suite in the dorm.
Now, Matt and I always thought that we'd have no problems getting
accepted - and we didn't. But what was really great was that he got a
soccer scholarship and I got a voice scholarship - didn't pay all of the
tuition but it sure helped out a lot!
By the time graduation and summer rolled around, the lotion had done its
job on that patch of hair on my chest. The patch of dense, black hair
had faded to a light fuzz that was hardly noticeable. I was getting out
of the shower the other day and as I was drying myself off, I was
looking at the dark hair in my armpits and I thought, "That's gotta go
too," so I started applying the lotion to them as well as to the other
areas.
The first time that I went to the community swimming pool I kind of
embarrassed myself. Rather than buying a new swim suit to replace my
ragged old one, Matt had given me one of the swim suits that he had
accumulated from the school's swim team. Now there was nothing wrong
with it - except that it was this really low cut Speedo that almost felt
like it was painted on me after I struggled into it - it was really just
a pouch that barely covered my balls and dick. I didn't think about it
at the time but as I was lying on a lounge and working on a tan I
noticed several times that a girl would walk past me, glance at me, and
then do a double take and maybe even giggle a little. I couldn't figure
out what was so funny about a guy lying in the sun and working on a tan
till I realized that the girls were looking down at my crotch. I glanced
down and OH SHIT - the Speedo was so skimpy that I had almost an inch of
thick black curly pubic hair showing above the top of the suit. No
wonder the girls had been checking me out! Anyway, I got up from the
lounge, pretended that I had gotten enough sun for the day, and
leisurely made my way to the changing room - I didn't want to draw any
more attention to myself than I already had!
When I got home that afternoon, still wearing the Speedo under my jeans,
I stripped, and using my razor, I trimmed the area of hair that had been
showing above the suit. Well, while that fixed the "exposure" problem,
it left me with an area of itchy stubble just above my dick.
As I was getting ready for bed that night and applying the lotion to my
face, neck, chest and armpits, I suddenly thought: "Well, if it works on
my face and chest, I could probably use it to make my pubic hair a
little softer." I squirted a little of the lotion into my hand and began
to apply it to my crotch. "Now that doesn't feel bad," I thought. And in
fact, the more I rubbed it into my crotch the better it felt. Pretty
soon I was stroking my cock with my right hand - lubricated with the
greasy lotion. Faster and faster I stroked myself and finally ejaculated
and squirted my cum on my stomach. "Oh man. Talk about killing two birds
with one stone," I thought. Ever since that first time, before I go to
bed I'll smear some of the lotion on my cock and balls and masturbate.
I don't know whether it was because I was rubbing the lotion into my
skin more as I masturbated, or whether it was because I was using more
of the lotion, or whatever, but within a week I noticed that my pubic
hair was a little softer and lighter in color. And in fact, after two
more weeks it was like I was totally hairless "down there." Well, I
wasn't really hairless but my thick black pubic hair had been replaced
by a thin coating of tan peach fuzz. As I stood in front of the mirror
and saw my naked crotch I was like: "Oh man, that is soooo strange
looking." But after awhile it didn't bother me, and then even a little
later I got to like the way it looked. And without the hair to get in
the way, and with the greasy lotion lubricating my balls, cock and hand,
the sensations as I masturbated were even more intense.
Well, there was one other time when I almost embarrassed myself at the
pool. I was lying down and enjoying the warm sun and kind of
daydreaming. I don't know why but I thought about how Matt had given me
the swimsuit that I was wearing. And then I thought about how he had
worn the suit. And then I thought about how the fabric that was now
cupping my dick and balls had cupped his dick and balls. And all of a
sudden I got this big erection. That wouldn't have been bad by itself -
like, what guy hasn't had an erection while he was wearing a swimsuit
when a sexy girl walks by with her tits bouncing in a tiny bikini. The
problem was that with this suit there wasn't any place for my erection
to go - except out of the top of my suit! So I'm lying there and all of
a sudden I feel my dick kind of "pop" up and I looked down and there's a
good three inches of it sticking out of the top of my suit. Luckily, no
one else had seen it and I quickly flipped my towel over my crotch to
cover it up. I thought about things like Algebra equations and speeding
tickets and shit like that and after about ten minutes I could feel it
shrinking down and slipping back into my suit. Close call!
By the end of the summer my time at the pool had produced the desired
result - a really great dark tan. Well, over most of my body, anyway.
Where my balls and dick had been covered by the tiny swimsuit, there was
a white patch in my crotch that was a real contrast to the tan. It was
even more noticeable because of the lack of any hair in my crotch. I
thought that it looked kinda neat.
The last week in August rolled around and Matt and I got to move into
the dorm. Our "suite" wasn't really a suite but it wasn't too bad - a
bathroom with a shower, two bedrooms just large enough to hold a bed and
a desk, and a "sitting room" with enough room for a couch, TV/stereo and
a table and a couple of chairs. No stove but a sink and enough counter
space for a microwave and tiny refrigerator in the corner. Of course,
the description implies that we had all that furniture when all we had
in reality was whatever we could scrounge from our parents and
relatives, but after doing some trading of our "extras" with other guys
on the floor, we had just about everything we wanted. There was also a
washer and dryer down the corridor so we could do our laundry. Guess
what? I found out what Mom meant by "separating the lights and darks." I
didn't and as a result my underwear and T-shirts are various shades of
pink and light blue.
Matt surprised me by walking into the bathroom to take a leak the second
morning after we'd moved in. I had just stepped out of the shower and
was reaching for a towel to dry myself off. Matt was wearing his usual
sleepwear - like, nothing - so we're both, like, staring at each other's
naked bodies. Matt was looking at me and staring at my hairless crotch
with the white skin there contrasting with my deep tan. And I'm staring
at Matt, surprised by the size of his cock. And all of a sudden we both
realized that we were getting erections, so I grabbed the towel, turned
my back to Matt and started drying myself off. I heard him pissing into
the toilet and then he turned and left the bathroom. Neither of us said
anything about the encounter but we both blushed a couple of times that
day.
It was mid-September when the shit hit the fan with my father.
Apparently he had gotten another bill from the drug store and finally
realized that someone - me - had been charging about $100 a month for
"male cosmetics." He read me the riot act over the phone - telling me
that he pay for necessary medicines but not that "makeup crap," and that
anything like that I wanted - I could pay for myself. Well, there was no
way I could afford an extra $100 a month in addition to my other
expenses so I figured that was the end to the Make Skin Difference once
I used up my current supply - which I did by the end of the month.
Well, actually, things weren't too bad for about a month - and then my
body hair began to grow back - and it wasn't just light hair but this
thick, curly, black hair. The temperature control in the dorm wasn't
that great - it was usually pretty warm and sometimes Matt and I would
just wear a pair of shorts in our suite. I caught Matt looking at me a
couple of times as I began to develop a lot of heavy black body hair
that I hadn't had before. What was worse than the way it looked was the
way it itched and I was always shifting around to try to get comfortable
and scratching whichever area itched worse at the time. One evening
around 11 0'clock or so we were relaxing on the sofa, watching TV and
working our way through a couple of six-packs of beer, and my crotch
started to itch really bad so I was scratching it through my shorts.
Finally, Matt looked over at me and said: "Jesus Christ, if you're going
to fucking masturbate, take it into your fucking bedroom!"
"I'm not fucking jerking off," I said, "I've got this fucking itch and
it's driving me crazy and if you can't fucking stand it you can fuck
yourself!" Matt and I always talked nice to each other like that.
"And what's with this fucking hair all over your body," he asked, "you
turning into a fucking hairball or something?"
"Yeah," I wanted to say, "with all your thick black hair you better keep
away from the Zoo, they'll throw you in with the gorillas," but I kept
my mouth shut. Matt can be difficult to argue with after he's had a six-
pack.
So I told him how shaving had always been a problem for me and how I had
started using this lotion to soften my beard and eventually ended up
using it on other areas of my body.
"So that's why you had this fucking hairless crotch," he said, "why
don't you keep using the fucking lotion? That's better than turning into
some fucking hairball."
"You want to pay the hundred fucking dollars that shit costs every
month?" I asked. "I haven't got that fucking kind of money."
"So all you want is something that will reduce your body hair?" he
asked. "I can get you something from the Pharmacy Lab that will do that.
It's better that sitting here and watching you fucking scratch your
fucking private parts all the fucking time."
So that was the end of that conversation.
A day or so later I was microwaving some popcorn for supper when Matt
came back from his last class of the day. "Here," he said as he tossed
me a baggie with a handful of small white pills in it, "this will solve
your fucking problem. Just don't fucking take too many."
"So, like, what is this crap?" I asked. "And how many do I take?"
"I did a search through the Pharmacy Lab database and it says that these
can be used to treat excessive hair growth in males. Which is sure what
your fucking problem is," he replied. "It's some kind of shit called
estradiol, whatever the fuck that is. And don't ask me how many to take.
You think I'm a fucking doctor or something? Take one or two and if you
fucking die, you took too fucking many," and with that he went into his
bedroom and turned on his stereo.
Well, that conversation really gave me a lot of faith in Matt's future
as a Pharmacist so I just tossed the baggie on the dresser in my bedroom
and went back to fixing popcorn for supper. Late that night, early the
next morning, actually, as I was lying in bed trying to simultaneously
scratch all of the places that itched, I thought, "Well maybe dying is
better than this itching," so I got up, got a glass of water, popped one
of the white pills in my mouth and swallowed it When I was still alive
the next morning, I figured that one pill a day wasn't going to kill me
- at least not right away, so I began taking a pill every day when I got
up in the morning.
After a week or so, the itching hadn't gotten any better so I figured
that maybe I needed to take more of the pills. So in addition to taking
one pill in the morning, I started taking one pill in the evening.
SUCCESS! By the time Thanksgiving arrived, the pills were working. Well,
pretty much working - my facial hair had all disappeared, leaving only a
light peach fuzz. And the hair on my arms and legs had done the same.
And my chest hair had pretty much disappeared as well, leaving only a
couple of hairs around my nipples. But my armpits? Well, the hair had
gotten lighter but there was still some there. And what was weirder was
that most of the hair in my crotch had faded to the peach fuzz except
for a small patch just above my dick. Oh well, the results from the
pills weren't perfect but at least they were free - as long as Matt
could keep stealing the pills from the Pharmacy Lab - and it was better
than shaving.
The one thing that I missed about the lotion however, was the way it
felt while I masturbated when I applied it to my dick and balls. So I
solved that problem by getting a bottle of the cheap store brand of body
lotion at the campus store and rubbing that on my dick and balls when I
jerked off every morning. The lotion had a little fragrance to it but it
wasn't too strong and probably nobody other than Matt noticed. I only
know that Matt noticed because one time after I'd jerked off in my
bedroom, I came out and walked past him and he sniffed a little and
asked, "Peach or strawberry?"
"Whatever," I said.
(End of Part 1 - to be continued)
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