I have been aggressive and somewhat domineering ever since I played basketball with the boys in the neighborhood. I was quite a tomboy and could keep up with the best of them and beat most of them.

When I went away to college, all that changed, or so I thought. I was now one of several thousand students, and a freshman to boot. I had always heard that you put on weight your first year at school because of the change in your level of activity. I was determined not to let that happen. On most Saturday nights, I went over to the intramural building to swim laps. There were not very many of us there, so I got to be friends with several of the other people who swam.

One in particular caught my fancy — Jim. He seemed very shy, and I had this feeling from the beginning that I could make him do anything I wanted, and he would probably enjoy it.

We used to use each other to pace ourselves for our laps. I was faster than he was, so every once in a while, I had to stop and wait for him. I finally suggested that if he changed the style of his swimsuit, he would probably go faster. Jim wore what looked like a baggy pair of shorts. I told him that if he had a suit like the ones the swim team wore, he would not have as much drag and could go faster. At first he was not interested. He said that they were for serious swimmers and that he just came for exercise.

A couple of weeks later, I decided that I would buy Jim a swimsuit as a surprise. I went to the local sporting-goods store and found one I thought would fit him. I took it with me that Saturday and waited outside the entrance to the men’s locker room. When Jim arrived, I gave him the suit. He held it up and blushed. He said that it was too small but thanked me for the thought. I said that it looked like the right size and that if he did not at least try it on, I would feel very hurt.

Jim finally gave in and went into the locker room. I hurried to get changed and into the pool before Jim so that I could see whether it fit. For a while I thought he had changed his mind and had left, but he finally came out of the locker room. The suit fit beautifully. It was only about three inches wide on the sides and clung like a second skin. Jim hurried to get in the water. We swam our lengths, and he noticed that he could keep up with me better than with his other suit on.

When we were done with the laps, we got out and I told him that I wanted to finish the inspection of the suit. We went over to a corner. I made him turn around, and I felt the slippery material against his wet skin. The suit sure did not leave much to the imagination. In fact, during my inspection, Jim began to get an erection that was clearly visible through the suit.

After we dressed, I met Jim outside the locker room and asked him what he thought of the suit. He said that he was embarrassed to wear it but that it did make him swim faster. I told him that I loved seeing him in it and hoped that he continued to wear it.

Jim did continue to wear it and grew more and more used to it. A couple of weeks later, he asked me out to a movie. I do not even remember the story line; I just remember sitting next to him and thinking about him in that sexy little suit. After the movie I invited him to my apartment.

Once there, I tried to steer the conversation toward the swimsuit and Jim’s body. I finally succeeded and talked him into taking off his shirt. He was so shy, and that just made me bolder. I helped him unbutton his shirt and take it off. I felt his arms and chest and ran my hands down to his stomach. I finally reached down and undid his pants. He tried to stop me, but I just brushed his hands away and continued.

Once he had stepped out of his pants and was standing in his briefs, I was in seventh heaven. I had him model them for me and walk about the room. I finally had him come over to where I was sitting and reached up and pulled off his briefs. He tried to cover himself. I told him not to be silly. I wanted to see his cock and balls, and I was going to get my way. Jim finally released the briefs and stepped out of them hesitantly.

I told him to walk around the room. He began to get hard and was embarrassed. I then had him walk over and stand in front of me. I slowly reached out and took hold of his hardening cock and said that it looked delicious enough to eat. I then licked the end of it. Well, Jim was done. He became fully erect and stood there moaning as I sucked on his cock and played with his balls. In no time at all, he was sending great gobs of come down my throat.

We then adjourned to my bedroom, and I kept Jim excited and naked the entire night. We explored each other to our hearts’ delight and in the morning collapsed and slept for hours. When I woke up, Jim was lying next to me. I reached down to find his semi-erect prick. It was beautiful. It was not long before my mouth had it as hard as ever. By that time Jim was awake, and I told him to lie very still and I began to masturbate him. Slowly at first, and then faster and faster, until he came with a groan. I loved the feel of his cock as it spit out come all over his belly.

After Jim left, I realized that I wanted to make his cock and his body mine forever, and that is what I set out to do.

I began domesticating Jim by insisting that we share an apartment during the summer session. I put myself in charge of his wardrobe. I picked out the underwear he would wear, and it got smaller and smaller, until it was virtually a G-string. Jim always slept naked so that I could touch him whenever I wanted to, but the best part was picking out his swimsuits.

They got smaller also. It finally got to the point where I told Jim that he needed to have his pubic hair shaped, as some was sticking out. Jim was very reluctant, but I was persuasive. He lay on his back on the bed with his legs spread. I began by clipping the hair peeking out of the swimsuit. Then I got bolder and trimmed some of the hair on his balls and the hair between his cock and his abdomen.

I finally told him that this would not work and excused myself for a few minutes. When I returned I was carrying a bowl of water, shaving cream, a razor and some rope. Well, I thought Jim was going to go nuts. He grabbed himself and said that I was not going near his cock with a razor. I told him that I most certainly was and that he was going to cooperate or suffer the consequences.

I put the equipment down and climbed on top of Jim. I finally succeeded in tying his hands to the headboard of the bed. I was super-horny.

What a wonderful sight! A naked male body to play with at my leisure. I reached for the shaving cream. I warned Jim that if he struggled, I would put some in his mouth, and that if he didn’t remain still, I would nick his cock while shaving it.

He then quieted down and lay very still. I put some shaving cream on one hand and began. Soon his entire cock and stomach areas were covered with foam and his full erection had returned. I then began to gently shave him. Before long I could see all of the skin from his cock to his navel. Next I went to work on his balls, first smoothing out the wrinkles on his scrotal sac. When I was done I got a wet cloth and wiped him clean.

I then stood back to examine my handiwork. Jim was beautiful. I could not resist taking his cock in my hand. It felt so different, so wonderful. It was not long before he came as I masturbated him to ecstasy. Even Jim had to admit that it felt good.

That was the beginning of a long and wonderful relationship. Jim continues to serve me and continues to remain shaved. I keep Jim naked much of the time so that I can view his body constantly. I have also invited several girlfriends over to see him. They all fell in love with the look and feel of a shaved cock, and a couple of them have said that they want to give their boyfriends “the bald look.” We still go swimming every Saturday night. After our swim I ask Jim to tell me whether anyone saw him in the shower and what the reaction to his hairless body was.