Barber Of Beaverton

Wow. I couldn't believe it. I'd just left the house of a straight guy I'd managed to seduce on the train. He was close enough to my type, and was a bottom to boot. Who knew?

As I left his place, my mind turned to more practical matters. My hair hadn't been cut in weeks, and was starting to look pretty ridiculous. A few months back, I'd gone to a guy who'd converted a bedroom in his house into a barber shop. He had the barber pole, the leather chair, even the jar with the blue liquid and all the combs. I'd actually met him online the first time, but he only seemed interested in cutting hair, and not much else.

I called him up for an appointment. He said he was busy but would be able to take me in half an hour. He wasn't far from my apartment, but I knew if I went home, I'd just end up falling asleep after the days exertions. So, I decided to go wander around the Home Depot near his place looking at appliances and floor tile. (I was bored. So sue me.)

Half an hour later, I wandered into his shop and introduced myself. Surprisingly enough, he remembered me. He even remembered that I don't like telling the barber how to cut my hair, just make it look good and you'll be well-tipped.

I sat down and we chatted about the day. He's gay, so I started telling him about the guy I'd fucked earlier. He thought it was totally hot and that I should probably pick up a lottery ticket, seeing as I was apparently very lucky that day.

Toward the end of the cut, I asked him if he ever cut more than hair.

"Yeah, a lot of guys have me trim their backs. It's much less painful than waxing, and when done right, it doesn't grow back all itchy."

I was sold. "Cool, how much extra do you charge for that?"

"Oh, I don't know. Just give me whatever you think is fair."

"Okay, cool."

"You know, I've always wanted to trim someones pubes," he said, with increasing interest.

"You've never done it?" I asked.

"No"

"Well, can I be the first one?"

He immediately agreed, and began locking the front door and drawing the blinds. He then told me to strip so we could get started. Being an exhibitionist, I didn't need to be told twice.

He moved the barber chair out of the way and I stood in front of the wide, full-length mirror. I could see the time at the gym was paying off. Getting the hair off my back and shoulders would be just the thing to let all my new definition show through my clothes.

It started off fairly innocently, just trimming my back, but then of course, I was naked. When he'd finished my back, he had me sit down in the chair. As he trimmed my groin, i started to get aroused. I've always fantasized about seducing a guy in a totally non-sexual setting. The first came true earlier that day on the train, and now this guy.

(And it continues to happen to me. Look for stories about the massage school student, the cable guy, the guy that looks exactly my hot cousin, Carson Daly's "twin"...)

Of course, to shave one's groin, you have to move the penis around, so he was poking and prodding and making sure everything was well groomed. I started to grow in his hand, and feigned embarrassment.

"Actually, I'd be offended if you didn't get hard."

"Okay," I giggled, and grew even harder.

He started to play with my hole, driving me wild.

"Yeah fucker, you like that, don't you!"

Oh god, I was in heaven...he was brazenly stroking my dick now, alternately playing with my nipples and fingering my ass. I could feel the cum start to boil in my balls, and I knew it wouldn't be long before I sprayed my wad all over the him and the floor of his shop.

"Of fuck man, you've got me so hot, I'm gonna cum!!"

With that, I shot volley after volley of thick white baby-batter on his face and the floor. He looked at me and grinned.

"Did you like that?"

"Oh fuck yes. Sorry about the mess"

He said he didn't mind and grabbed some towels to give to me and mop up the floor with. After I'd cleaned up and got dressed, we talked a little, but were interrupted by a knock at the door. His next appointment had arrived. I stuck around and made small talk, hoping this third guy might be into some fun, but while he did flirt with me, nothing came of it. After he left, the barber turned to me to say good-bye and started kissing me.

Never one to miss an opportunity, I kissed him back and we started to make out. I reached down to grope his crotch and found what must have been at least 9 inches of thick meat. He smiled at me and pulled it out, stroking it for me. I got down on my knees to show him to proper respect, but he said he didn't like blow jobs; that they were "dirty".

Whatever.

We stroked off together and blew two loads where the first one had splattered. We kissed, cleaned up, and as I was leaving, he told me that today was on the house.

I got my hair cut there regularly until I moved away from Portland several months later, and while we fooled around a few more times, it was never quite as hot (and sticky!) as that first time.

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written by blueyezslc