“That Lindbergh sounds quite a character”, chuckled Hal. “Tell me some more about him. He sounds really cool.”
“He was cool,” said Jim, “but not in the sense that you mean. He seldom if ever lost his temper. He was always cool, calm and collected, always polite; even when we were engaged in serious, vigorous, kinky man-sex. I think that a lot of Swedes are like that.”
Jim paused.
“I remember a lot about him. He had an excellent physique, with a six-pack, massive shoulders, biceps etc; almost as good as yours, which was pretty unusual for a teenage boy, now that I think of it. I occasionally wonder whether he had experimented with steroids. He spent a lot of time working out with weights. He successfully interested me in them too, but I had an additional motive; I wanted to do well at team sports. He did not. He didn’t play cricket or rugby, although he was in the Swimming Team and might have played hockey. But there was something else that marked him out: apart from the floppy fair hair on his head, his body was totally hairless.”
“And what was the explanation of that?” asked Hal, whose body was hairy.
“I assumed that it was natural to him, but one day he told me that he had it regularly removed by some guy in the town, who also gave him sports-massage. Most of it was removed by being ‘sugared’; that’s a bit like waxing but uses warm, melted sugar. His armpits, groin and genitals however were carefully shaven by the masseur, using a Sweeney Todd razor!”
“Not sure I’d have cared for that,” said Hal. “Razor on my gonads! Aaaargh!!”
“Well Lindbergh reckoned that being hairless was cooler in hot weather, which was true, and more hygienic – he was a very hygienic guy – but he also admitted that he got a kick out of having the masseur hold his cock while he carefully shaved round it and shaved his balls. As a bonus, being hairless made his muscles stand out. He was quite proud of them. And the sensation of spreading his ass-cheeks to have his ass-crack shaved was very erotic indeed, apparently!”
“His ass-crack, too?”
“Yep; I specially noticed when Lindbergh gave me a tutorial on soixante-neuf. His ass-crack was smooth, hairless and very clean, with a slight whiff of Roger & Gallet sandalwood soap!”
Hal shook with laughter. “So it was okay for you to rim him!”
Jim said: “I reckoned so! And he gave me a good rimming as well!”
“What else did he do?”
“A lot of things. When his aunt wasn’t there, which was pretty often, he went naked all the time. I can recall him lecturing me about Human Rights, a subject on which he would much later become an expert – he’s now a university lecturer - and on which even back then he could get a teeny bit boring, wearing only his ‘college boy’ steel-rimmed reading-glasses and holding in one hand a Minton teacup with a biscuit balanced on the saucer. But it was as through he had been fully-clad and delivering a tutorial in some august institution. And he would sometimes wander out into the garden like that, while we discussed Sartre or something similar!”
“Well, we both like going naked when we’re here,” said Hal.
“We do, and you look great,” replied Jim. “But for him it was just second nature. He left us, to study at Yale in the USA, where I gathered that he became a serious competing bodybuilder. He was well on the way to it when I knew him.”
“Got any photos?”
“Yes…. Look in this magazine.”
“Phwoar! Some of those are almost pornographic!”
“Not really; but he’s wearing the absolute minimum and in a few cases he is nude but shadowed. Some of the things we did were almost pornographic!”
“Like what?”
“Well, like oil-wrestling, which always ended in only one way…”
“Slippery flip-fucks?”
“Correct. And sex-toys.”
“Wow! He sounds a bit like that octopus you dreamed about the other night!”
“You may have a point!”
“And about the sex-toys?”
“He had a box of them; more exactly, a locked suitcase full of them, to which he had a key and his aunt did not. He viewed them merely as therapeutic. There were butt-plugs, ass-hooks and dildos. He had certain fantasies; he reckoned it was natural and healthy to act them out. They were quite fun. Mostly anal, although the clover- clips on my nipples and the loose skin of my scrotum were a bit sore. And he was into bondage; both of me and of him. He hog-tied me more than once but he was always game to let me do it to him too.”
“Blimey! I never did anything like that!” said Hal in a state of mingled disapproval, envy, curiosity and arousal.
“No; I don’t suppose you did. And I’m not sure I’d want to do anything like that to you. Our friendship might never recover!”
“What were the ass-hooks like?”
“I can show you one. Just a minute!” Jim disappeared into another room.
When he reappeared, he was clutching a very large stainless-steel ass hook. It bore three large metal balls: one smal, one medium-sized and one very large indeed.
Jim handed it to Hal with a grin.
“Here you are. What d’you think?”
Hal was fascinated. He stared at the hook. He couldn’t keep his eyes off it. He didn’t like the look of it; it would definitely hurt his ass when it went in but he wanted it. Deep down, he wanted it very much - right up his fundament, where it would really hit the spot.
