I discovered this barber on a trip to Istanbul. Another customer took the photos for me. The barber had suggested that I remove my shirt.

My Favourite Barber

I have attached a photo of me going for a shave at a barbers in Turkey. After he had given me the traditional shave, he invited me to the back of his shop. He saw that I am not naturally hairy, and he convinced me that my legs would look better after a similar cut throat razor shave.

He asked me to lie on a massage table and lathered up my calves and feet, giving me a shave that made my skin so smooth there wasn't a trace of any hair left. We contiued to chat a little, his English was not at all bad, and we managed to communicate somehow. He persuaded me to have my knees done too and the area just below my shorts.

As he was lathering me up I suggested it would be easier if I removed my shorts, which I duly did leaving me in just my T shirt and speedos. I have to say it made it so much easier to get to my thighs properly, and soon they too were as smooth as a baby's bottom.

He put the lemon scented after-shave all over my legs, and although they stung a bit, the improvement was stunning. My smooth legs went all the way up. As he was working between my thighs, he had to adjust the edge of my speedos so he could get rid of the pubic hair at the top of my thighs. I can't remember how it happened but soon I suggested that I should remove my speedos, and he gave me a nod of approval.

Very quickly my speedos were coming off, and before I knew it he was working on my groin. He expertly moved my cock from side to side and removed all the hair that he said didn't suit me. He kept on telling me how much better I looked without it.

I was amased at how close the shave was. When he finished removing my hair, he lathered me up again. He wanted to make sure he had done the perfect job, his job being to give me the closest shave possible.

Then he asked me to turn over and take of my T shirt. He kept on checking that no one was looking and proceeded to work on the back of my legs and my buttocks, opening up my ass crack to make sure he got rid of the hair there too. Finally he asked me to get on my knees so he could really get inside round my hole. The blade really did its magic. I could feel no stubble there at all.

He even had done my back, although I have absolutely no hair there at all!

Finally I lay on my back, and he shaved my chest (again mostly unnecessary except that I had some hair around my nipples). And then I sat up so he could work on each arm. He took particular care to remove every trace of hair on my hands. The hair under my armpits came off as part of shaving my arms.

And that was that apart from another dosing of lemon after-shave. He asked the owner how much he should charge me, and to my surprise it was only a little more than the regular shave.

I really enjoyed the whole experience.

Turkish bath - the pestemal

The Turkish bath was amazing. This one is in a health club in Oludeniz. Yes there are many tourists in this particular bath. and really I would have liked to have been somewhere a little more authentic. But having said that, the people who work there are great, and they give you first class service.

The ideal time to have your first Turkish bath on holiday is after two or three days in the sun. The dead skin cells are removed easily and your body is prepared perfectly for a lasting tan. Three months after my holiday I still have a great tan!

I changed out of my T shirt and shorts and donned the pestemal, which is a lightweight towel that you wrap around your waist. Many tourists don't bother with the pestemal and opt for wearing their swimsuits instead. I have no idea why people do this when the pestemal is so comfortable and is designed for the job. It gets very extremely wet, and yet you never have that "sitting around in a wet swimsuit" feeling. Have you noticed how young children often kick off their swimsuits when they come out of the the pool or the sea? It's because they don't like hanging around in wet clothes. Nor do the Turks, and so they created the pestemal. It's actually better than being totally nude, because the towel grips the the wet marble slabs and you don't slide off! men and women wear the pestemal. So next time you visit a Turkish bath, use the towel and leave your swimsuit behind.

Disappointment

In September this year I was back in Turkey again. I went to my old barber, but he had moved on. The young lad who had helped him was still there, but sadly his only motivation was money. He charged me 15 lire for a regular shave, about 3 times the price that most barbers charge, even in the most touristy areas.

I remembered my shaves from the previous year with affection, but the sun was shining more this year, and that meant I really wanted to spend more time outside. Anyway I would have at least two, if not three Turkish baths instead, and I was really looking forward to those.

I was told of a good Turkish bath in one of the popular resorts. This surprised me because it came from a restaurant owner in the ghost town of Kaya. But I had tried it at the end of the holiday these previous year. And very good it was too. I was looking forward to going back.

Turkish Shave Part 7

In no time at all I was lying on my back. I noticed the assistant look at me closely as I turned over. He didn't seem to mind or make any comment as he saw what had been hidden till now. I really don't mind being naked in front of people. I have no problems at all on that front. To be honest I am not at all well endowed, but I am perfectly happy that way. In fact I rather like it.

Very quickly both men were at work. My barber was removing any traces of hair from my chest. In reality it was a pointless exercise as I have yet to grow anything substantial there after all these years. Anyway he lathered all of it and used the razor to get rid of any sneaky blonde hairs that may have been lurking. As he did this, his assistant was working around my belly button. The sensation of the lather on it was something else! Words totally fail me except to say that it felt gorgeous. Then the brush and the razor moved down. He wasted no time getting to the pubic area, and very quickly my hair was gone.

My hair comes off very easily. Unlike my face there's no need for a second go. I was slightly self conscious that I was enjoying this too much, no not an erection, but a definite little trickle emanating from my small friend. The assistant was not phased by this. He adjusted me as necessary so that he could get his razor into all the spaces. It was as if he was shaving round my nose and lips.

Before I put on my shorts and trunks they gave me a full body massage, a perfect end to a wonderful shave!

Turkish Shave Part 6

The weather had been aweful. The constant storms had caused an enormous power cut in the valley, and anyone without a generator was basically without electricity. My barber was one such person, and so he didn't have warm water for his shaves today.

I hadn't really noticed the slight chill in the water until the soapy brush made contact with my naked bottom. The sensation was hard to put into words except that I can can say it was amazing and felt wonderful. It's an expereience I would love to repeat over and over again.

Very quickly my left cheek was covered in foam, and the razor was removing the small blonde hairs on my bottom, making my cheek totally smooth. After perfecting my left cheek he moved on to my right. The barber's assistant was enjoying his creativity. I was wondering how many other buttocks he had shaved before. I really believe that mine were his first.

I couldn't really believe this was happening, and I was also curious as to what would be said if anyone walked in. Mind you, the weather was so atrocious outside, most sane people were setting a foot outside!

As the assistant worked on my bottom, my barber was finishing his work on my neck. Then they told me to turn over.

Turkish Shave Part 5

So at midday, I went back for my massage. It was excellent. The masseur pounded my back for ages. That's what I had really wanted. A few minutes later a friend of his came in for a chat. He stopped for a while and left to relax on my own. While I was waiting I removed my swimming shorts to reveal my speedos. When he came back, he massaged my legs exceptionally well. Every sinew of every muscle was attacked by his strong hands. The massage must have lasted over an hour and was incredibly good value.

I have no idea why, but I instinctively headed towards my regular barber. Once again it was raining very heavily. By the time I arrived I was soaking. I rushed in, and he offered me a shave. I pointed out that he had been closed earlier and that I had already had one today. What I really wanted him to do today was shave the tops of my legs.

He made some gesture and before I knew it I was lying on a new couch (in fact it was a rather fine sofa). I was just in my speedos. My barber and the guy who helped him out both attacked my body with shaving cream. My barber worked on my back (I don't know why, because I have so little hair there!) and his assistant worked on my legs. I felt the sensation of the wet brush against the backs of my thighs. Indeed he was working his magic with the brush and the blade. I could feel the warmth of his hands making my legs all smooth again.

The shaving brush was as high up my legs as it could go. My speedos were in the way. Without thinking, I grabbed them round the waist and pulled them down. In no time at all I was naked on the couch, wondering what was going to happen now.