Like It In The Barbershop

“Good night.”

I opened the door and let out the last barber. After him, I locked the front door, grabbed a broom, and started sweeping up the clippings left from my last customer.

I’d been cutting hair at the shop for the past two weeks. I’m the new kid on the block. And as the new kid I had to lock up. Usually, I would’ve been pissed being a club night and all, but I took the situation in stride. It meant I got to keep my money a little while longer and prove to those knuckleheads that I could handle my business. Sure, they got to go home early and got ready for the night ahead but at least they knew I had everything under control. After two weeks of guys pulling my jock every which way I had to quickly learn self-control. Something I think that has helped me in the long run.

Look at me now! Calm. Cool. Collective.

Sweeping up hair, I headed back into to the small dark retro lounge filled with burnt incenses and lava lamps. Within the whole shop, this was the air I enjoyed the most. It was in here I forgot I was a barber and thought I was on the set of some sleazy porn. I put my booth rental fee inside the armrest of the master barber’s red recliner. While I was in the room, I figured I would take a seat in the chair of love and dream about some gorgeous dude I was working out some payment plan for his stylish buzz. Although my fantasy was far from any reality to ever come true, I had to admire the room for its erotic vibe.

I reached for the television remote. I wasn’t the least bit surprise to find an easy piece of cunt riding a small cock on the screen. Obviously faking it! On the next channel, I found this Asian dude getting pounded by three huge cocks. Just looking at the hardened muscles of the man getting fucked got me rock hard. But it was how the Asian guy moaned that had me shove my hand down my pants stoking the fire that burned inside them.

Every afternoon after lunch there’s this cute guy that came into the shop. He is tall and beefy with a rich growth of curly hair. I could tell by the consistent bulge in his pants he’s in need of getting something off and out. I would love to be of assistance, but for right now I’d just have to settle for this.

By then I had taken my ten inches out of my underwear. My shaft was slick with pre-cum. And the three men had spent their loads in the face of the ecstatic Asian. I was close to coming, too, when I heard a knock at the front.

My first thought was to ignore it.

“We’re closed!” I shouted at the heavy incessant insistence.

Yet, the thumps at the front door kept persistent.

If I wasn’t so quick to say anything I could have easily ignored them.

I zipped up my pants. I was wiping them clean as I made my way over to the front door. When I saw it wasn’t one of the guys that worked at the shop, I was elated. I was glad to point out to the pesky man the hours of operation painted on the door. When I got a real good look at the pesky son of a bitch, I knew I knew him. A man that good-looking wasn’t hard to forget.

It was Tony. Tony Clytell.

Tony wasn’t some guy you passed over. At six foot four, donning a goatee, and built like a mountain. Tony made me hard just licking his billowy lips. His smile showed his bright white teeth between his small nibbling ears. Although I hadn’t seen him get a haircut–with his thick curly hair–Tony was a regular during his lunch break. And from two to three every afternoon, my dick stayed hard while he cracked jokes with the other barbers.

Against my better judgment I let him in.

Tony didn’t even bother to say hello before scanning the shop for another body with his hazel brown eyes. Tony looked even more attractive in his black denim with a matching skullcap.

“When’s Bobby’s fat ass showing up?” Tony asked in his soothing baritone.

“Uh, Bobby just left.”

“Damn!” Tony screamed, throwing down his skullcap displaying his thick curls in all their glory. “That fool said he was going to hook me up after I got off from work!”

“Sorry man.” I mouthed.

Tony, obviously out of options looked at me. “I know it’s cutting it close, but I need to get this shit cut, man. I’m getting married first thing in the morning. Can you shape me up?”

“Yeah,” I told him. I really wanted to tell him no. Not only was I ready to go home after being busted, but I feared I might just come on myself tightening him up. Ultimately, I agreed because he was such good friends with the other barbers. Last thing I wanted to do was catch hell next week.

“You remember me, doncha?” Tony asked already sitting in the chair with the plastic platinum-colored cape over him and some collar paper around his thick neck. I was plugging up some clippers. I would’ve loved to have been bold and said ‘Of course, I was just jacking off to the thought of you.’ Instead, I said, “Nah, I just see you every day around the same time same station.”

He chuckled.

“I know I’m the best but are you sure you want to trust me with your haircut. I could give Bobby a ring. I don’t want him to think I’m poaching his boy or anything.”

“Nah,” Tony said confidently playing with his soft curls. “I’m not worried about you messing it up. I want it all off anyway. I’m starting this new life tomorrow with my girl so I might as well start anew with it, too.”

“Can’t beat that.”

From there, I went to cutting his hair. I tried indulging him in a little light conversation about his pending nuptials in the morning. It wasn’t something I really wanted to talk with him about, but it was something to keep away the silence. He didn’t sound very enthusiastic about it. When the silence became too much for me to bear, I turned on the television.

The first thing to pop up was a black man gobbling down on a mammoth, rock-hard slab of Brazilian cock. I had forgotten what showed up in the lounge came on in the main shop, too. While I enjoyed my viewing, I was sure my client wasn’t, so I reached for the remote.

“Sorry, man.” I offered trying my best to get a hold of the remote. “You probably ain’t into that shit.”

I was this close to passing out thinking about what Tony might say to the barbers next time he saw him when he threw up his hand. “H-hold it.”

“You’re sure?” I asked in amazement, looking at him staring at the screen as this man’s face was rhythmically being humped by this cock.

“Yeah,” Tony gulped looking over at me. “I’m sure.”

We both gawked at the man slapping his golf ball-sized cajones against the other dude’s face. Tony and I were both getting erections listening to the guy getting head egging his cocksucker to ‘suck his dick.’

“That’s if you don’t mine.” Tony added a few moments later.

I was afraid to answer because it might have been one of those setup questions. Anyway, my eyes were pleased watching the colossal trouser snake throbbing inside his pants. Tony tried to cover it up with his large hands but couldn’t. Interestingly, I could see all of this going on through the cape as I stripped him of his amazing curls.

The black guy on tv had the Brazilian on all fours fucking him into sheer delight.

I reached over Tony, accidentally gripping at his right pec while attempting to grab the hand mirror. I had just finished trimming his neck.

“All right?”

“Yeah, man.”

The black man on the screen bellowed his climax, spraying his jizz on the ass of the other man. “Ahhh!”

“I betcha can’t do that?” Tony said, breaking our silence once again as I removed the cape from his neck.

“Do what?” I asked naively. I was practically drooling with the thought of Tony and I doing just that. “Hump my fat dick between your lips or suck the skin off your little shit?”

“Man,” Tony growled. “There ain’t nothing on me that is little! Your little short ass couldn’t handle the foreskin of my piece much less the piece!”

Uncut, I salivated.

“Prove it.” I bucked.

Tony pulled the paper from around his neck. He slowly came out of the chair showing me his swelling bulge in bloom. His hand was over his zipper before I told him to stop.

“You’re scared?” Tony inquired.

“No.”

“What’s the problem then?”

“Those windows out there,” I pointed out.

“So?”

“So, I thought I would let you know before you got started.”

Tony unveiled his enormous cock to me and the dark night outside. It was bigger than I thought.

“Still think I’m little, little man?”

I whetted my lips. Tony bent his dick double to get it out of his briefs. The veined monster hung down to his knees. His pants were down to his ankles.

“Shit. I never did.”

“Now that you got me hard what’re planning on doing about it?”

My legs crumbled beneath me. I salivated for the wrist-thick meat slab between his thighs. His crotch carried a potent, manly aroma that drove me insane. I wrapped my mouth around his shaft. I started to nibble on his foreskin and found it was a hot spot for him.

“Yeah, keep on doing that.” Tony promoted. “You’re a good cocksucker, you know?”

While I chewed on his extra meat, I took a hand to Tony’s low hangers. I gave them a nice tug and squeezed that aroused his attention.

“Oh damn!” Tony replied.

I ran my tongue down the veins of his shaft. Finding different hot spots along the way. His cock was slick with my spit as I worked the head of his cock over a bit. Just before I felt he was about to come, I pulled off and stood up.

Tony was hurt. He couldn’t believe I wasn’t going to help him unload. He appeared even more heartbroken that he wasn’t going to dump in my mouth. Before he could say anything, I said this. “It ain’t what I’m going to do…it’s what that tongue going to do with these nuts.”

I pointed to my cock hanging out my pants. My fat mushroom-dome directed at Tony, eager and willing. I took off my shirt.

“Oh, shit!” Tony grinned. “You got a head on that shit, too!”

“Yeah, you like?”

Tony stepped boldly to me. His hazel brown eyes filled with lust. He removed his shirt displaying his ripped chest and washboard abs and I followed suit. Tony then hoisted me around my waist, wrapping me in his massive biceps, grinding his dick into my stomach. I reached for his large nipples with my cold fingers. There was a jolt of energy that burst between us that made his cock pounce against my stomach.

“Playing unfair, little man,” Tony beamed.

Tony’s soft, thick lips went from my lips to my cheeks. His lips moved back to the edge of my jaw before nibbling on my ears before sucking profusely on the brown dot on my left pec.

“Playing unfair yourself,” I called him out.

Tony bit my nipple.

“Oh yeah, suck it,” I urged. “Shit, there you go, man! There you go.”

He continued to suck and bite until I was swimming in sheer ecstasy. I was unfamiliar with the sensitivity of my nipples. The pleasure so raw I had to push his busy wet tongue down to my bulge in fear that I might come too soon.

Tony started down at the furry base spiraling his tongue in semi-circles around my hearty pole, all the way back to the head. After a short ball bath, he deep-throated my rascally dick.

“Oh, your mouth…feels so damn good!” I stammered. I became bold riding this feeling and started fucking his face. “Get on my nuts again.”

Tony popped my nuts in his mouth, giving each ball their well-deserved time. I moaned, feeling him stir my load deep within me. His tongue worked tirelessly to extract its goal out of me.

“Dammit!” I spat unloading uncontrollably into his awaiting mouth.

He chugged my load.

“Ahhh!” Tony pulled off satisfied after he finished draining, and said getting to his feet, “My turn, little man.”

I was about to fall back on my knees. Then he waved his hand for me not to. “You had your chance to get me off like that, remember? I want to bust open those cheeks!”

I chuckled. “What do you know about that?”

“I can show you better than I can tell you.” Tony argued grabbing at his cock.

“I guess you better show me then.”

I led Tony back to the lounge. If I was going to do this with him in an empty barbershop, I didn’t see why my ultimate fantasy room couldn’t be a part of my dream come true.

I stripped off my clothes on my way back there, so I wasn’t surprised to find Tony in kind except for his briefs and a pair of socks which strangely made it even hotter.

“I guess I get to unwrap the package again.” I mounted taking a seat in the chair back there. I quietly drooled looking at his cock jailed behind his briefs and slowly pulled them down for it to smack me in my face.

I gave it a lick and turned around in the chair, kneeing the chair to get in position for the pounding soon to come.

“Fuck!” He smiled right before he slapped my ass, dropped to his knees, and began to tongue my hole. Between his spit and massaging the rim, my hole grew relaxed and wet preparing for his dick.

Tony stood up and guided it over my pucker. He rubbed it on my crack and over my cheeks, then centered it on my opening and pushed in.

I gasped as he entered. The joy of being stretched by the inflamed head felt more incredible than I could’ve imagined. I quickly got hard again and felt a sluggish flutter through my pipe and dampen my tip.

I whimpered at this feeling, feeling like I was about to come again but far from it.

Tony curtly pushed in a little more, pulled out slightly, and pushed back in shoving his whole length into me this time, filling me completely. Now it was his turn to gasp with my slick silky chute vice-gripped around his hard-on.

Tony started pumping, his dick knocking against my spot with each eager thrust bringing me closer to the edge. It was more than I could stand. I bit my lip to stifle my groans. I couldn’t take it anymore. I tried–I tried, but I came on the seat pad between my legs.

“Fuck!” I grunted my concession.

“I told you I could show you better than I could tell you.” Tony celebrated his victory by reaching around to slap my dying drip-dry erection. “I don’t know why you insist on fighting me when you knew I had you covered!”

Tony gripped my waist tossing a few sluggish thrusts into me, savoring his conquest of me. Once the muscles in my ass came to pass, he started pumping me in a real tempo and after a handful of brutish grunts he slammed into me and held still. I delighted in his dick twitching violently in my hole as he filled me with his warm seed.

As I sank my teeth in the back of the chair getting pumped full of cream, a thankful smile crept over my lips. And not just because I made some serious progress over the last two weeks working at the barbershop, but also because I had the most fun on a club night without going to the club or spending a dime!