Bum Fluff
by David Heulfryn

 

I was bending over the washbasin in the bathroom, vigorously brushing my teeth, when I sensed Max looking at me from the corner of my eye. I stopped brushing and turned to look at him.

“What’s up?” I gargled through a mouthful of toothpaste foam.

“I was just looking at your face,” Max said, which made me smile. “I was looking at your top lip and the wispy moustache you seem to be growing. Have you thought about shaving?”

I spat the toothpaste into the basin and rinsed my mouth out. “Not really.” After wiping my mouth on the hand towel, I looked at myself in the mirror. “I’ve not really noticed it before but come to think of it, it does look quite dark now.” I ran my finger over my dark hairs. They felt thick, and for the first time, I noticed how darker the hair had become.

“I think it’s time. You won’t look like a little boy then. You’ll look older. With that bumfluff, you look like a boy going through puberty.”

“But I am a boy going through puberty.”

“I know,” Max said, “but you’d look much better if you shaved. Do any of your mates shave?”

“I don’t know.” I thought about it, “I’ve not really noticed.”

“I bet some have, and I think it’s time you did.” Max sounded certain.

“Okay.” I was sceptical. “How often do you shave?” I asked.

“About once a week, I generally do it at a weekend when I have more time to get ready. It can be a right pain when you’re rushing to go out, and you realise you’ve got this little kid moustache.”

“So,” I paused, embarrassed at what I had to ask next, “how do you do it?”

Max looked so proud when he said that he would teach me.

“Who taught you?” I wondered.

“I had to figure it out for myself. I don’t think you’d remember the time when I borrowed Dad’s razor and tried to shave. I came downstairs with cuts all over my face. They stung like hell when I put his aftershave on. It was only then that Dad thought to teach me, and then it was only the theory and not practice. Mum said she’d get me my own razor and shaving foam, and Dad told me to rub it over my cheeks, chin and top lip and then to gently stroke the razor over my skin, not to apply too much pressure and to always go with the direction of the hair. Not sure what that means, but I remember him saying it.”

“So, he didn’t show you?” I was surprised.

“Nope.” Max tutted. “So, next time I was with my best mate, Jacob, I got him to show me.”

“That’s crazy.”

“I know. Dad couldn’t even be bothered to teach me to shave properly. But I’ve had a year of practice now, and Mum keeps me stocked up with disposable razors. I’ll let you borrow them if you like.”

I hugged Max. “Thank you.”

Max rooted around a drawer and pulled out his razor and can of shaving foam. He squeezed a pea-sized amount onto his finger and stroked it over my top lip. He was so gentle and soft and smiled at me all the time. When I smiled back, he told me to stop as it disturbed the contours of my lip. I struggled to keep a straight face as he rubbed the cream into my faint moustache until it turned into a soft white foam. I now looked like I had a thick white moustache. Max then handed me the disposable razor.

I looked scared. “I’m afraid of cutting myself.”

Max took back the razor and stroked it gently on his top lip, “Just watch. I gently place the razor onto my skin and slowly and lightly pull it downwards. Don’t worry if you are too light at first. You can always go again and apply a little extra pressure.”

He handed the razor back to me. “I don’t want to go to school tomorrow with cuts on my lip.”

Max smiled sweetly at me, “Try it on your arm first.” He pulled my hand until the razor rested on my other arm. “Now, just stroke downwards. You can feel the pressure on your skin.”

I ran the razor down my arm. I didn’t feel much except the pressure of the razor as it glided along my skin.

“Now try it on your face.” Max encouraged me.

It felt strange at first, but I soon shaved my entire top lip.

“Not bad,” Max said as he looked at my handiwork, “but try using a little more pressure next time. You’ve missed a few bits.” Max took the razor from me and held my chin with his left hand. He gently stroked the razor over the bits I had missed. His touch was so tender as his eyes concentrated on not hurting me. When he had finished, he stood back to examine me.

“Looks good.” Max closed the gap between us again and ran his finger down my cheek. “You have some fine blond hairs on your cheeks, but I don’t think you ought to bother about them yet.”

I can’t remember ever having been touched so intimately before. Just a finger on my cheek, his lightness of touch, made my little prick go hard. I shuddered involuntarily, and Max looked down to see my aroused state. I expected him to laugh, to tease me. But he didn’t. Instead, he kissed my cheek.

“Don’t worry, Min.”

I felt a tear escape from my eye, “It’s just that it’s been a while since I’ve felt this loved.”

“I know. I’m here for you whenever you need a hug.” Max hugged me tight, his arms wrapped around my back and pulled our bodies to connect. Our bare skin pressed against each other, and Max didn’t complain that my stiff prick was digging into him.

“Thanks, Max.” My hands rubbed along Max’s back. I loved the touch of his smooth skin against my fingertips. I felt Max’s cock and pubes tickle my abdomen. He wasn’t hard.

Max rested his chin on the top of my head. He was about a foot taller than me, so I felt enclosed and safe. I wanted this hug to last forever. It was a moment in my life that I will never forget. A moment when my brother and I showed pure, naked love to each other. It brought a tear to my eye.

I didn’t want my nose to leak on Max’s shoulder, so I reluctantly broke apart and wiped my nose with the back of my hand while I snivelled.

“Come on. Let’s get to bed.” Max whispered and waited by the light switch as we entered our bedroom. “Are you nicely tucked up in bed?”

Even going to bed, Max would always look after me. “Yes, thanks,” I snuggled into my duvet. Max turned off the light and got into bed.

“I really appreciate what you do for me, Max,” I told him. “I think Dad thinks his job is done. He has got us to puberty, and now he doesn’t have to worry about us anymore.”

“I think he’s too absorbed with work,” Max sighed. “And Mum,” Max paused and took a deep breath, “I don’t know what’s wrong. She used to be so hands-on, but now she’s hands-off and just tells us what to do all the time. She never asks how the match was or whether I scored a try.”

“Same here. She never asks about my swimming or gymnastics. I came second in the local competition, and I’ve not told her as she never asks.”

“Dad’s the same. A little encouragement would be great, a pat on the back when we’ve won. But they’re all about homework, have you done it. Never how well did you do.”

We both sighed in unison.

“I know they sometimes argue. That I can stand.” Max continued, “but it’s the hushed discussions and the tense atmosphere. That’s what really gets to me.”

“Even I’ve noticed that. It’s happening more often now. I’m worried, Max. You don’t suppose they are going to split up, do you?”

“I hope not,” Max said. “I don’t think so. They still act like they love each. I’ve seen them kiss occasionally, and not just a peck on the cheek goodbye.”

“Who would you live with if they did split up?” I asked.

Max pondered, “I don’t think we’d have a choice. We’re too young, so we’d probably automatically have to live with Mum. But I really don’t think they will.”

“I hope not,” I said.

“Anyway,” Max chirped, “Has your boner gone down yet.”

“Let me check.” I giggled, “Yes, all floppy again.”

“I don’t know whether to feel pleased or mortified that I turn you on.” Max teased.

“Max, I’m sorry I got hard, but it happens sometimes. Also, it felt so good when you touched my face, it felt so nice, and you were so tender. Trust me, Max, I don’t get turned on whenever I think about you.” I sighed. “You know that I don’t look at you that way.”

Max laughed, “I know, Min. I know. I felt so proud to be able to teach you how to shave. I suppose that’s what big brothers do, teach their little brothers how to wank and shave.”

“So what are you going to teach me next?” I giggled.

“I’ll teach you how to play rugby.” Max laughed.

“No way!” I reacted. “I don’t want to ruin my pretty face. I’ve seen you rugby players with broken noses and cauliflower ears. I like my face as it is.”

Max chuckled. “Are you calling me ugly? I don’t have a broken nose.”

“Yet.” I became serious. “But I’ve seen you come back from a game with cuts and blood on your face and legs. I worry sometimes.”

“Aah, that’s so sweet, Min. You do get the occasional cuts and bruises. That’s the nature of the game, but I’m always careful, and they make us wear head guards to prevent damage to our ears, and no one on the team has ever had a broken nose.” Max reassured me.

“I like your nose,” I admitted, “it’s cute. James is a very lucky boy.”

“James has never said anything about my nose.”

I giggled, “He’s probably more interested in something else that sticks out.”

“You’ve got a dirty mind, Min.” Max laughed. “That’s not all he’s interested in. Although he does take a keen interest in my anatomy.”

“I like looking at it, too,” I admitted.

“I thought you didn’t look at me that way?” Max said.

“I don’t. But I can see how handsome you look. Your body looks good, even better now that I’m getting you fitter. You’re beginning to lose that puppy fat and look more like a man. I like how you show your feelings on your face. I can see when you’re sad, happy, or in love. I know you try and hide it, but I see it all in your eyes.”

“Really?” Max sounded surprised. “Am I that obvious? Do my eyes really give me away?”

“Only to my trained eye, and only recently. Only since we became closer. I couldn’t a year ago, but I’m glad we got closer so I can be here for you when you need me. It makes me feel so good knowing that I can support you. So many brothers grow apart as they get older. We’ve grown closer. It means we’re special.”

“I’ve always thought of you as special, Min.” Max laughed.

“I even love you when you get embarrassed and make jokes to cover it.”

“You know me too well.” Max giggled.

“I love you, Max.”

“I love you, Min.”

I turned over and tucked the edge of my duvet under my chin. I snuggled in, feeling the warmth and drifted off to sleep.

 

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