Haircut

In the 80's I worked for a brief time at a rummage store. You know the kind, full of old blenders and second hand clothing. The pay was good even if you did have to deal with a few weirdoes once in a while. Most of the customers were low-income and minorities looking to make the most of their money. Some were better off with good jobs and just looking for bargains or hidden treasures.

I liked flirting with the ladies that came through. I never flirted with any men, as I was pretty sure that the "experimental" period of my life was done. A few blowjobs at age 14 from my best friends father, and later my best friend, was all part of the normal life of a fourteen year old. Although I had hooked up with a couple of female coworkers while I was there, usually drunk at some after work get-together, I never thought working there would lead to the best sexual encounters of my life.

One particular customer whom I had seen there often was a dark curly-haired man about 30-40 Kind of femm, but not flamboyant. He would often come in late in the day and browse around quietly. Occasionally we would engage in some small talk about some of the merchandise or some mundane conversation. He would look me over once in a while when we were talking. Sometimes it seemed like he was the one flirting with me. I felt a strange feeling when he would do that. Not a bad feeling, but one that excited me. It was like we were destine to know one another some how.

One afternoon I was putting some new merchandise on the floor when a voice over my shoulder asked "does that old TV work?" in a familiar lilting, manly voice.

" Seems to pick up everything " I replied. He smiled and said, "So maybe it can pick me up a date too" He said in a suggestive tone.

This guy was definitely flirting with me. A stirring in my loins started , and I began to remember that my limited man-to-man sex encounters had not been all bad. At the time I had long hair that would sometimes fall in my face as I moved around. As I was plugging in the TV to show that it worked, I often had to move it aside to see what I was doing. Noticing this, he commented, "You should trim your hair back, you have such a nice face but it hides behind that hair"

"Thanks" I said. "But I doesn't bother me".

After examining the TV for a little while he said, "I'll take it"

I carried it up to the register and began to ring him out. I knew that he would pay for his stuff and be gone in a few minuets, but for some strange reason, I had liked the flirting vibe I had gotten from this guy, and I wanted to play with it a little more.

"I cut hair for a living, if you want to get a trim, give me a call." He said, as he handed me a business card and smiled. Something about his smile told me that he was looking for another kind of trim.

Our eyes locked. I knew right then I would someday be naked with him. I took the card and said, "I might just do that" and smiled the same mischievous smile he was giving me.

For days I had thought about calling him, but I never seemed to work up the nerve. One night I was feeling horny and I saw the card he had given me. I noticed it had a home number on it, so I called. It rang a few times before the familiar voice said "Hello"

"Hi Robert, This is Steve from the rummage store. I was wondering if I could schedule a haircut with you?"

"sure, no problem. I can fit you in now if you don't have any plans" He asked.

"Tonight would be fine" I said.

"Where are you located?" He gave me the address and off I went. On the drive over I was getting hard thinking that this might lead to more than just a haircut. The place was a small house. Not uncommon to see small businesses run out of homes it this area. I rang the bell and Robert answered "Hi, so glad you could make it."

He was wearing an old pair of cut-off jeans that were close to being daisy dukes and a white tank top. He looked very sexy I thought as I came in and hung up my coat.

"Have a seat, I'll just be a minute" he said, as he went to prepare.

There was only one seat and mirrors on every wall so you could see. I sat down as he came back into the room.

"How do you like it?" He asked.

Rough and hard I thought to myself as I said "Just a little trim. Enough to keep it out of my face."

He placed the barbers cover over me his crotch brushed against my elbow. I realized there was something stiff in his pants and it wasn't a pair of scissors. As he moved around me cutting my hair occasionally he would again brush his package against me. I moved my arm out a little so it would be harder to avoid it. Testing to see if he was enjoying this as much as I was. We talked about simple stuff as he worked, but each time he moved he seemed to press his boner against me more and more. I was really getting turned on and I wanted to just grab at his dick and inhale it, but I decided against such a bold move.

As he finished he lowered the chair and handed me a mirror to inspect his handy work. He stood behind me as I looked at myself. As I looked at the front of my self I could now feel his hardness at the back of my head. I pretended to look at my new look by turning my head from side to side, blatantly pressing my head in to his fully erect rod.

"Now how about a little trim" I asked. Did I really just say that I thought to myself. Smiling down on his new client he said, "I thought you'd never ask."

He grabbed my hand and led me into the back portion of his house and into a bedroom. It had a big bed and he led me over to it and sat me down. He reached down and untied my shoes and removed them. I undid the buttons on my jeans as he pulled at the cuffs. I don't wear underwear and my 7" boner poped out as he pulled my jeans off. He stood and took off his shirt and shorts. I got my first look at the cock that had practically left bruises on me, and now I knew why. It was at least 9 inches long and as thick as a little girl's wrist. There we were naked together. There's something so erotic about just being naked with another man.

His hands roamed up and down my legs as I sat at the foot of his bed. I laid back on the bed as he felt me up. I could feel his hot breath on my skin moving up my legs. I spread my legs a little as his tongue started to play with my balls. He licked my sack and worked his way up my stiffy like it was a big lollipop. Back down my cock and around my balls again and again. I spread my legs even wider as he probed down between my balls. His tongue found it's way to my rosebud and I let out a small squeal. He was an expert at licking ass as he slobbered all over my pink love tunnel. There I was having my asshole licked by my new barber.

We shifted into a sixty-nine position on our sides. His cock was inches from my face and I could smell the distinct musk of penis. His cockhead was huge and I struggled to get it past my lips. I felt the mushroom tip press back into my mouth as he let out a sigh. He was expertly working my uncut dick all the way down and back up again. Slowly I was able to get a lot more of him in my mouth than I expected.

But I guess all men are natural cock suckers. Greedily I sucked on his root for all I was worth. After a while I could tell he was getting close, and so was I.

He broke off our mutual suck secession and whispered to me, "What do you want to do? Live out your fantasies."

There was no denying what I wanted. To experience that huge cock inside my virgin ass. I have often fantasized what it would be like to be taken from behind. Now it seemed I would find out.

"I want you to fuck me." I said, as I moved onto all fours.

He didn't need any more coaxing than that. He scrounged around for a bottle of love lube that he kept nearby. He applied a large amount in his cupped hand and dumped most of it on the top of my ass crack. The liquid felt warm as it cascaded over my puckering hole. He massaged the rest of it over his enormous tool. The head glistened like a purple lighthouse on top of a giant tower. I was a little nervous.

I had never had a cock in my ass before and I was afraid it would hurt.

"Just relax" he said as he positioned himself.

I arched my back and gave my ass a little wiggle. I really wanted this. He slid his cockhead up and down my ass a few times before settling in on his target. With a smooth push he forced the tip of his man meat past my tight flesh ring.

I was in agony. I screamed for him to take it out. He just held it there it a hovering position as he said, "Give it a few seconds. The beginning is the hardest part."

I relaxed a little and his cock slowly started it's trek into no-man's land.

"Oh yea...That's it. OooHH it feels so good in my ass" I whimpered as he started to plow my ass "Yea Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck, Fuck my little manpussy." I screamed.

Thrust after thrust I could feel his balls slapping my wet ass.

"Your ass feel so fucking good!" he cried as he continued to use my hole for his pleasure. This went on for a good twenty minuets before he said, "I'M GONNA CUM... I'M GONNA CUM... OOHH... FUCK... SHIT... I'M CUMMING!!"

With a final thrust he pushed his cock deeper than it had been. I could feel his cock swell up, and then spasm over and over as he filled my deflowered boycunt with his hot seed. His face was contorted in a look of pain and pleasure as he squeezed the last drops of nut nectar inside me. I hadn't even noticed I had shoot off all over the bed until his body collapsed onto mine and I fell into a puddle of it up to my chin.

He swished his softening cock around my now loosened hole until it popped out. We fell asleep for a little while. When I awoke, I gathered my clothes and got dressed.

"Come in for a trim anytime" He said as I was leaving.

I think I might consider going back to short hair again.

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written by buttyholey