At the Barber's

My usual barbershop was closed for the month, so I went to another one near campus. Lots of college and frat guys go there -- the girls went to a saloon a few doors down -- and their business was brisk. By the time I reached the shop, there were about twenty guys pushing in. Since it was a hot day, all the guys were packed inside the shop to escape the sweltering heat, and most of them had their shirts off or did not care to wear one.

The three barber seats were occupied, as were the six or so chairs for waiting; the rest of the guys were hanging around the chairs chatting with their friends, packed like sardines in the small shop. Most of the guys' shoulders were pressed against those of another's and some of their chests were so close that their nipples were in contact, but they didn't seem to mind. Several of them had their muscular arms wrapped around their buddies' thick necks or broad shoulders. Other than the loud and brash chatter, the place was also saturated in musk with so many sweaty, bare bodies; not a stink, but fresh sun-drenched sweat with a hint of chlorine. Someone must have come straight from the pool.

"Yo," a fresh-faced hunk called to me from a chair. I looked and recognised Arnold, a swimmer who swam for his Hall. So he must the one carrying the pool chlorine: the smell brought up visions of hunks in speedos, making my dick chub up a bit.

"Hey," I called back. "How far are you in the queue?"

"I'm next," Arnold shouted over the din. He was wearing a low-cut tank top and carrying a small rucksack, and his white running shorts were dripping wet, no doubt from the pool. Underneath the shorts he went commando with a visible penis line -- either he swam in the shorts or he changed out of his speedos. Even when limp, his dick pushed out against the shorts.

"Next!" the burly barber called, hidden from view by the mountain of muscles and shorts. Arnold stood up. "That's my cue," he winked at me and whipped his tank top over his head, stuffing it into his rucksack. He was naked except for his white shorts, now see-through when wet, and a pair of flip flops. His sunburned shoulders and chest glistened with sweat and pool water. He plonked himself on the barber's chair.

"Cut high and tight, please," the standard cut for swimmers. The barber grunted and flapped the drape over Arnold's taut body, hiding it from view. However, his wet body meant that the cloth drape soaked up the water and stuck to his golden skin.

"Ow!" Arnold jerked as the cloth drape dragged across his sensitive nipples. "Yo man, that's rough!"

"Well you didn't have to be wet for this," complained the barber. "You can either sit still while I drape you or you can do this without the cloth."

"I'll do without," Arnold was slightly miffed, but his fingers were massaging his nipples, now sore from the rough treatment. The barber grunted again and crumpled up the cloth, throwing it to the back of the shop. Arnold's hunky body was on display again, his large nipples now erect, his hands rubbing absently over the chafed nubs. His white shorts tented out a bit from the stimulation. The barber got to work buzzing his cut.

"Oof! Sorry," somebody said from behind me as another solid body of muscle entered the shop. Since I was wearing a tank, his bare chest did not touch my back, but I could feel a sizeable bulge wedge in between my ass cheeks. I half turned and saw a very cute shirtless guy, about five-six, built solidly like a gymnast with broad shoulders and a flared back tapering to a narrow waist. His height meant that his lips were mashed against my shoulders when the door closed behind him, and his nose accidentally nuzzled into my neck behind my ears. I felt him sniff a few times.

"Oh heeeeey, that's the same cologne I use," he half-whispered, knowing we couldn't be heard above the din anyway. "I'm Drew." His hand came up between our bodies and I clasped the strong handhold. He lifted his other arm like he was reaching behind his neck. "See!"

His excitement was infectious and I smiled, turning fully to sniff at his hairy pit. Just then there was a shove from within the main mass of bodies and I was pushed right up against Drew, my face fully pressed into his armpit. A wave of healthy musk attacked my nose, followed by the smell of aforesaid cologne. I took the opportunity to bite at the tender skin and lick over it, getting a taste of fresh sweat. Drew moaned appreciatively, being as loud as he dared -- we were largely ignored as the ruckus got louder in the shop.

"Oh, uuuuhh, mygawd..." Drew lowered his huge arm wrapping it around my head, pulling my face deeper into his pit. I was in heaven, snuffling at his underam and continuing to lick and bite at his warm skin. We were locked in embrace for half a minute, while I slowly licked down his pectorals and started biting at his nipple.

"Next!" All three barber chairs vacated at the same time, letting loose three hunky surfers, one of whom was of course Arnold the swimmer. The next three in line did not have shirts to strip -- all barechested -- but one of them had on khaki trousers.

"Hey, mind if I take them off? These are my last pair of good pants and I don't wanna do ironing today," he shouted at barber #2, who looked even more brusque than the first one.

"Whatever man, hurry up, can't you see the queue," barber #2 motioned impatiently.

"Alright, alright," Khaki Pants quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled off his pants, revealing -- nothing underneath! He was going commando. Darn it, he must have known all along, but I was getting a bit turned on. The barber didn't seem to care and the hunk sat on the chair. The three barbers had stopped using the cloth drapes after the Arnold incident, so Khaki Pants got his haircut in the nude. The cut hair landed on his shaved groin, which he did not cover, so he used his hands to brush them off.

"Woah Colin, getting a lil' excited huh," one of the guys in the queue called out. Colin -- Khaki Pants -- was getting a semi.

"Hey I know you wanna suck it," Colin called back, half turning and nearly dislodging the barber's trimmer.

"Fuck! Watch it!" The barber looked ready to slap Colin as the hunk mumbled a 'sorry' and sat back in the chair, his hand absently fondling his nuts. He slouched down deep in the chair, flexing his thighs and pulling his left knee to rest above the handrest, looking for all the world like a relaxed boss except for his right hand which was somewhere below his nuts. The barber continued trimming without a second glance.

A round of raucous laughter followed and there was some good-natured shoving in the queue. Then, someone pantsed a bodybuilder-type young guy in the middle of the shop. Catcalls and whoops followed, as the bodybuilder kicked off his shorts and started posing in the nude. His skin was tanned all over, and every single muscle fibre stood out in clear relief under the glare of the fluorescent light. His dick was at least five inches soft, clean shaven, with tennis-sized balls plumping it up.

"Holy shit," I had nearly forgotten Drew, the gymnast behind me, with all the excitement going on. "That's hot, man." Drew's arms were now wrapped around my waist, effectively spooning me from behind, his chin resting on my shoulder. He turned to nuzzle my face and I returned the contact. Drew's hands reached under the hem of my tank and he started pulling it up. I looked at him and smiled, holding my arms above my head so he could take it all off.

"That's better," Drew tucked my tank into my shorts, the entire front of his body now flush against my back. I felt his member slide deeper between my glutes -- he was hard as a rock now.

"Someone's exciiiited," I crooned, looking back at his flushed face. He gave a dopey smile and pushed his erection deeper into me. I wasn't wearing underwear, and he was wearing only bicycle tights, his hard seven inches visible to anyone who glanced down. Mostly, it was hidden between my asscheeks now, and pointedly jutting at my hole. I moaned. Drew squeezed my waist tighter with his arms.

"Next!" "Next!" the barber chairs cleared again, and Colin the naked guy got off his perch with a stretch, fully exposing his body and erect cock for everyone to see. The next guy swatted his ass before sitting down, and Colin laughed it off. He picked up his trousers but did not put them on, instead slinging them over his shoulders and picking his way through the throng.

Colin reached the naked bodybuilder, who was now hanging with his friends in the middle of the crowd, not bothering to put his shorts back on. He high-fived Colin and a short exchange followed, with Colin grasping his own erection and aiming it at the bodybuilder's rapidly-engorging hardon.

"Cock fight! Cock fight! Cock fight!" the crowd started to chant, pressing closer around the two. Colin said something to the bodybuilder and both laughed, then Colin slapped his erect cock against the bodybuilder's own erection. The bodybuilder shoved Colin good-naturedly. The crowd closed in, forcing the two of them together. Colin's hard cock slapped against the bodybuilder's hip this time, and a long trail of slime appeared. The bodybuilder rubbed his cock against Colin's bellybutton. Colin's cock drooled more precum as it swiped against the bodybuilder's waist.

"Gah, I can't take it anymore," Drew whispered from behind me, and in one move he shoved my shorts down, tucking it below my glutes. Moving even closer behind me so nobody could see what was going on, he aligned his cockhead at my exposed hole. He was already wet and spurting precum, and his gliding motion spread it all around my sensitive hole, so that most of my ass was drenched in it.

"Gotta tap that," he panted in my ear. "Okay?" I nodded my interest, moaning loudly when his cockhead breached my sphincter. Gliding his head in and out a few times to spread the precum as lube, he gently bit down on the skin on my shoulder as I relaxed my hole, letting him in inch by inch while he continued to move with an in-and-out motion. His hands moved down my front into my shorts and grabbed my by-now rock-hard nine inches.

"Holy shit, you're hung," he exlaimed. I was enjoying his invasion of my ass too much to be able to form a reply, so I just moaned and grunted. He smiled and with one final push, he was in to the hilt -- I was so fucking full and a sizzling sensation started from my ass. His cock must be the perfect shape to stimulate my prostate as I inhaled sharply a few times while a rush went up the back of my spine. I thought I would black out.

"Steady, guy, steady," Drew crooned as my eyelids fluttered closed. He jacked me several times, holding me up by his hands and his cock alone, as I tried to take a few deep breaths to stay conscious above the ecstasy induced by his massaging of my prostate. My ass was dripping his precum like a faucet and the musk was unmistakable; the sweat of the surrounding hunks masked the smell so nobody really took a second look in my direction. Everyone was more interested in what was going on in the middle of the crowd.

I opened my eyes and looked at Colin and the bodybuilder. Their lower abs and hips were now covered in slime, and their cocks were sliding against each other in an erotic fashion rather than the dick-slapping that was happening a few minutes ago. More precum poured from their cocks, and Colin's trousers were now nowhere to seen, presumably whisked away to somewhere dry. Colin's hands circled around his own cock, sliding in the precum which trailed from his body to the bodybuilder's. Their erect, wet cocks were making slurping noises which could be discerned above the chanting around them.

"Hey! Next!" A few more hunks vacated the barber chairs and it was the turn for the muscular jocks in front of me. I got shoved forward in the queue and saw Arnold, who was standing behind Colin, after he finished his haircut. Arnold's own cock was tenting his white shorts, and a large wet spot made his shorts even more transparent.

"Yo," he greeted me again, grabbing my shoulders with his huge arm. A bit of jostling from behind caused Drew to slide back into me, giving my prostate another stab and I involuntarily gasped. Arnold looked at me in question and I gave him a shit-eating grin. I pulled him closer with my arm so he didn't notice Drew fondling my cock. Arnold continued watching the cockfight, which was now a full-on masturbation session. The bodybuilder was the first to cum, shooting white cream all the way up onto his face. The crowd jeered -- he lost the cockfight -- and Colin laughed. With a few more strokes, his precum flow turned thicker, and sudden several spurts shot out well above his head, landing on the bodybuilder's hair and body. His cock was still being held by Colin so there was no escape, and he looked like he was getting spent from ejaculating about ten shots onto his own torso. Colin's own ten shots went wide and some landed on the onlookers, who punched Colin playfully on his arms.

Meanwhile Drew was moaning loudly from behind me. "Uh, unnnnh, urrrrgh, ohmygawd, I'm gonna nut," he practicaly shouted into my ear and I felt him enter and re-enter me with such much force that I nearly fell forward. Must be all those pelvic muscles from gymastics. His beefy arms crushed me as I felt him cum inside me, filling me up with neverending spurts of hot spunk. His thrusts stimulated my prostate but as I wasn't ready to cum yet, I squeezed my ass to hold off my own orgasm. Drew moaned again from the massage.

"Oh... my.... gawd...." Drew was quite incoherent as he finally stopped cumming and pulled out. A gush of precum and cum followed but I quickly squeezed my ass tight to keep as much juice in as possible. I felt so full, like after an enema. Drew's hands groped my junk a few more times, then he un-stuck himself from my back. It seemed like nobody had an inkling I had been fucked in full view of the crowd!

"See ya, man," Arnold slapped my arms and the Colin-and-bodybuilder show disbanded. The shirtless guys that formed a tight circle around them spread out and the queue moved again, changing the guys on the barber chairs. I was next.