Short back and sides all round

I lived a few streets away from a barbers which consisted of a man and his wife, with the unlikely but truthful name of Smith!

They were an elderly couple Id say in their late 50s, ( everyone looked a lot older then, women didn't dye their hair and the clothes in the early sixties looked like things worn in the war). Mr and Mrs Smith were no different, he was a short guy with a white overall and ridiculously black hair for his age, pressed firm against his head with Brylcreme or something similar. I have since learned that the black hair was achieved with something called Pomade.

However me being 12ish I was placed with Mrs as her hubby considered her better cutting kids hair as he preferred his more mature customers. However this went on for a couple of years till they sold up and retired. A new guy, younger about 30s took over called Brian.

Unlike the older two he was self taught and was something of a butcher, which as I got older and started college I grew tired of.

My Dad still continued going there for years as he liked the chap, though Mum and I laughed as very often Dads hir would be long on one side and short on the other.

At Mums suggestion I started going to another barbers closer to town. It had a much better reputation and was run by an experienced barber with a good reputation for styling etc, and he had a younger guy he was training. the owner I shall call Ken and his trainee, who I would put early twenties, Terry. This would be about 1963.

Terry I found out played in a group, which I was thought very cool, as it was the time of the Beatles and the Mersey beat.

One thing about Terry I did like, he wore very tight light coloured trousers, which gripped his hips, butt and crotch tightly.

I loved it went he had to get a fresh towel for around your neck, as he bent over I saw his briefs outline clearly visible in his trousers.

Sometimes in Summer he would wear beige or white, I loved the white as very often when he bent I saw the y front name on the elastic and through the thin white material of his slacks the ribbing of his briefs. I was glad of the overall cover that was placed around you as several times I felt my dick getting hard at the view of Terrys butt crack.

I went to Kens for a long time but unfortunately, Terry qualified and moved away from the area. Ken let the lower shop and moved upstairs, and on Thursdays he did appointments only.

So it was I was now in my twenties, I still went to Ken, but I booked an appointment on my day off, Thursday to have a wash cut and blow dry.

Ken would be in his late forties, early fifties by now. He always looked very smart and suddenly I started to feel an attraction to the older guy. I presumed Ken was straight as I knew he was married and had kids.

I decided to try the water one afternoon as I was booked at two and while washing my hair, the phone and rang and his next booking had cancelled due to a family member going into hospital.

So under the cover I unzipped my fly while he was on the phone, booking a new time for the client. I knew with my tight trousers with the clip undone but the button fastened my pants would be clearly showing.

They were lemon briefs by Wolsey without a fly. They were also of fine nylon, which my cock outline showed clearly as being very low cut, an erection could only be accommodated by it lying horizontally.

He always placed two towels around your neck and then removed the cover until it was time to cut when he replaced it with a dry one. So he removed the cover and I saw him look at my open fly and the bulge in my pants.

He took a long time to get the new cover and he dried my hair with me still, exposed all the time looking at the open fly as I watched him through the mirror.

I noticed a bulge starting to appear in his beige slacks. He finished drying my hair and reached for the coverall, remarking as he put it on with regard to the colour of my briefs.

OOps I said, "No! don't fasten them up, I want to ask you later something". he said He cut my hair and all the time I felt him getting closer to me. my hands were holding the arms of the chair and often his bulge brushed my hands.

So I took the lead and stroked him gently through as though by accident.

His cock hardened so I unzipped him and slipped one hand inside, he had on briefs and I explored the bulge with my hand. I freed my cock from my pants with the other hand, so it stood bolt upright.

Having finished, he removed the coverall and gasped I simultaneously freed his cock from his briefs. We discovered we were both cut, and as I fondled his bell end to moans of delight, I asked him what he wanted to ask.

He said he loved the briefs I had on and wanted to know where I got them from. Still holding his bell I led him to a corner, out of view of the windows and also the glass door.

I deftly undid the remaining clip and my trousers fell the floor, showing my erect cock, poking over the top of the briefs through which my balls showed clearly.

He remarked about the colour and I noticed he was precumming, so I knelt and whipped his pants down and licked it with my tongue.

"No stop it!" he said.

"You don't mean that" I said as my tongue licked the string of precum dangling from his piss slit.

Aww was his reply as my tongue got to work on his shaft and balls taking each one and teasing them in my mouth, I took his moans as permission and started to take all his shaft in my mouth, he was about five inches erect but had a lovely mushroom head, which my tongue pleasured the lip and tip, to moans and unconvincing cries of "Your very naughty and wicked, your going to have me coming!"

Don't hold back I said,

But what about the mess?

there will be no mess I said, and I started to thrust back and forth on his shaft teasing it with my tongue as I held his butt cheeks which were surprisingly taught for a guy of his type, my fingers exploring his bum crack, I teased his rosebud with one finger, and fondled his balls with the other, which I could feel him getting nearer. then suddenly his legs shook and he exploded an enormous load in my mouth, he had tried to stifle his cries of pleasure but he orgasmed the best I heard a full knee trembler, luckily I had a firm hold on his butt so stopped him falling backward.

He came for ages all of which I swallowed, it tasted wonderful a lovely sweet load. I lowered him gently to a chair and he looked me in the eyes, and quite astonishingly kissed me , his cum still on my lips.

"Thank you that was amazing!!."

I licked his dick clean and popped it back in his Y fronts.

He asked if he could see my briefs and I tucked my cock in them and showed him turning around so he could see everything as the only place they were double lined was the lower crotch all the rest cock and arse could be clearly seen.

He asked where I got them from.

I told him and he said will you do that to me every time you come. I said of course, but thought you were married he explained that his wife had a bad time with the second birth and left her very sore in her pussy, so sex for them was a no - no!.

He also let slip that she was a missionary position, only even before the awkward birth and he had to take lead.

He had been propositioned by Terry, who had wanked him once and that had been it, they hadn't done anything else, but Terry had wanted him too.

This confirmed for me why Terry was always in his tight and almost see through trousers, flashing his briefs and bulge, not necessarily for me but anyone who was watching.

I made a regularly monthly appointment with Ken and we became good friends, He always made sure that there was no following appointment. I corrupted him, but thats for the next time!!

(To Be Continued)