My waxing experience [MF]

So I (41M) have been getting waxed for quite a number of years now. It started when I just used to get my ears, neck, brows and nose done, and guys if you've never had your nose hair waxed you won't regret it. It's a game changer!

That was the extent of my waxing, until a gf some years ago suggested that I get my chest and abs done as well. Just a tidy up. I used to shave down below, but I must say it was never easy, and I was constantly concerned about nicking my shaft or balls, which I did a few times, but I did it as I know ladies prefer a well groomed cock and if you want them to go down on you it pays to make an effort, and it always made me feel better about myself to be clean, bare and well groomed.

My gf at the time, commented that it was great when I'd just shaved my privates, but within a few days she would get stubble rash from going down on me, and I have to admit that's the uncomfortable bit about shaving down below. The few days after when it's all stubble. If you're to enjoy regular sex you end up shaving more and more frequently. It was then that she suggested that I get those areas waxed as well. Surely it can't be that painful. Ladies do it for us guys, so hey, why not!

To give you some background as to my waxer. Samantha, (or Sam to most people) was about 10 years younger than me and I have been seeing her to get waxed for about 6 years. She's attractive, incredibly fit, and we have always got on incredibly well. But my worry was if I ended up embarrassing myself, getting an erection, whilst getting an intimate wax. I knew she did intimate waxing from her website, so I decided to broach the subject with her at our next appointment.

She assured me that there was nothing that would embarrass her. I said but what if I got a bit excited, and she said "and so what, it happens all the time".

Having my mind put at ease, I booked for the next session, to include abs, chest, back, shaft, balls, and crack. Just as my gf wanted.

I was absolutely bricking it all day, worried about a) the pain, and b) what if I embarrassed myself, but I turned up at the appointed hour, at her salon and at her request, I stripped completely. Already with a semi hard-on, which she seemed to completely ignore, and she asked me to lay on her waxing table face down.

Chatting, she explained that she always starts intimate waxing on the back as it allowed guys to relax and if they were slightly excited, it would allow them to get used to the situation, which would normally "calm things down". She got to work on my back, and crack. It was painful, but no more so than having my neck and nose done. Having hot wax around my rim was a new experience, but hey, it would be lovely and bare afterwards!

The policy of starting on my back would allow me to lose my semi hard-on was certainly the case, which I was grateful for.

Having finished on my back and crack she asked me to turn over! Oh dear, I though. Now we'll see.

With her hands on my cock and balls. Moving me in various positions while spreading hot wax, and then stripping it off again, I could feel myself getting hard again. I started thinking of various things, anything, to stop it happening. The 1966 World Cup team, my shopping list for the weekend, some gardening that I had been thinking of doing, anything....

It wasn't working as I could feel myself getting harder and harder. I would have to say something.

"I'm so sorry Sam", I muttered. "This is so embarrassing".

"Don't worry at all" she replied, "it's not the first cock that's stood to attention for me". We laughed it off, and I felt better.

Having her work the wax on, and off my cock, it got harder and harder, and even more so when she leant down, with tweezers, to get the last few hairs, her face only inches from my cock!!! You would think the pain of hair removal would have the opposite effect, but it didn't, and when she would run her fingers over my cock and balls feeling for any stray hairs it just got harder.

Finally finished, she simply said "well all done, and you can't go out like that, you won't be fit to drive. I'll leave you alone so you can sort yourself out" and I got a wink and a smile, and was handed a box of tissues.

She left the room and I was indeed able to have a very enjoyable wank, thinking of her face so close to my cock. Imagining what we could have got up to, knowingshe was just the other side of the door.

This was the first of many appointments, and I can say things got gradually more exciting each time I attended.

Usually Sam would simply laugh off my hard-on each time, but when we got chatting about things even marginally sexual, which we did with ease, I would often get hard. On later visits we talked about happy endings, and other such things. That really got my cock bulging.