The Barber Wants More
The text came the second day after I’d blown my barber and swallowed a gallon or so of his Persian man-juice. Out of the blue; in the early morning while we were at the gym. A video. His buffed fur-covered body fully on display and his hairy knuckles working over that stubby pipe of his until spurt after heavy spurt of his cum striping his dark furry torso. That was it; jacking, cumming, no text just the audio of his lubed grip-squelches, moans, grunts, and eventual sigh of relief.
I texted him back the next day after another impressive unloading was shared with me. “Show me your hole.”
His response was immediate: “I do not take it like a woman!”
Kent and Daniel strongly urged me to send him a pic of my strong dick; and they saw to it that I got fully hard. I acquiesced and sent the pic along with, “Your choice.”
His reply came a short while later when I thought I their advice might have caused me to over-play the hand. “Impressive.” Kent says that means he’s hooked.
Kent’s acumen at reading men’s sexual bents is uncanny. Many are the times since we modified our definition of monogamy that he’s accurately called it when a seemingly straight-as-the-proverbial-arrow guy has then sucked or been eagerly fucked. All I knew was: game on!
A week went by without a message. Then finally another jack-off vid with a message this time to the effect that he’d under-valued my blow-job and we might make a more permanent arrangement. I suggested he could get relief whenever he wants it and all three of us get cuts, shaves, and brow/stache/beard trims as may apply for each of us. What can I say? Decades of working in car dealerships; old bargaining habits die hard. I dropped a pin to our home location with that offer. He said that could be arranged and that was it.
Then another few days until he sent a message this past Saturday. “I close at 6pm and could be there 6:15.”
I sent him an eager acceptance.
When Ali strode around the front walk and saw me standing naked behind our front glass door he paused abruptly; then he straightened his posture and marched forward again. He had that squeaky-clean-but-filthy look; the one that shows he’s pressed and presentable but the body radiates sex. Ali’s clothes fit like a glove and showed every muscled curve and bulge; and his movements promised force and intensity.
Only when he got to the door did he turn to confirm that our front path is completely private from the street beyond the hedges and trees in our corner lot. He turned back and gave Kent and Daniel each long scrutinizing appraisals before any words were spoken; he’d never met them.
“Well come in if you dare,” I said holding the door wide.
He did and kicked-off his sneakers. He turned back and took another obvious look at our nakedness as I swung the door shut. He seemed to make a decision and peeled his polo over his head.
“You weren’t kidding!” Kent said as my barber’s cut pelted torso came into view.
When he unbuttoned his shorts and lowered his shorts and underwear Daniel added, “No you were not,” as Ali’s fat gherkin and tiny balls were exposed. His fat head is near a third the size of his dick over-all!
Kent took a few steps and thrust his hand forward. “Kent,” he said. “Glad to have you,” with a lascivious grin.
Ali shook his hand and met his gaze with strong confidence; until he glanced down again at Kent’s humbling monster dick and then the confidence cracked. He recovered but that faltering look of surprise had left its mark.
Daniel came around behind Ali and draped one arm over his shoulder and rubbed a hard furry pec and his other went around his waist and rubbed his furry abs. “Very glad,” Daniel said in a more girly tone than I’d ever heard out of him. Both Kent and I noticed.
Daniel’s fingers flicking Ali’s nipple had immediate effect; the nipple hardened and so did his dick. In fact he produced pre-cum immediately; I swiped a thick drop and shared it with Kent and then went back for another and shared it with Daniel. “Tasty isn’t he?” I asked.
“I know better than to doubt you hon,” Kent said.
“Too bloody right!” our boy chimed-in.
Daniel had changed to one hand on each pec and nipple and Ali was moaning steadily; his dick was literally dripping on our floor. Kent reached in and began rubbing his tightly-stowed hairy balls or his tight scrot. “Fuck that’s … ! Fuck I’m … “ Ali yelled as his body went rigid then convulsed and a shot of thick cum sprayed up Kent’s fore-arm with a splat on his bicep.
Kent was on his knees and catching the rest with his mouth around Ali’s fat head as pump after pump wracked his body and Daniel was by then twisting his nipples.
At the same time Nigel was barking up a storm from the back. He’d asked to go out just as the driveway alarm alerted us to Ali’s arrival; we didn’t look a gift-horse sideways. But Ali crying out was over Nigel’s limit.
I went to fetch our dog and left Kent to his swallowing and Ali to his embarrassed apology for having cum too fast. None of us had complained by the way!
When we came back inside Nigel made a bee-line to the foyer; which I saw was empty. Only the howling swearing climax of a stranger would have Nigel foregoing a biscuit upon re-entering the house. He sniffed his way toward our bedroom; I lost sight of him when he took-off at a gallop.
Only the leather sofas and chairs in our sitting room adjacent to our bedroom were the four of them. Nigel was really welcoming the naked, furry, and extremely appealing Ali; our guest was having a blast despite trying to keep his dick and balls from Nigel’s feet which were everywhere.
“Are we taking a break?” I asked and drew all four of their attention. Nigel was the first to return his to his previous focus.
“I don’t have a dog; my son is allergic,” Ali said.
“You’ll have to shower good before you leave if your son is at home,” I said practically. For the first time I took notice that the band on my barber’s right ring finger looked like a wedding band.
Ali looked as though he hadn’t thought of that. “I will do that if you allow me to.”
“You just fed my husband; it’s only fair we repay the favor.”
Kent and Daniel both guffawed at that.
“Again I apologize for the quickness. It has been a while … since someone has touched me that way.”
Same story different married straight guy; wife doesn’t take care of his needs, I thought.
“My wife she believes sex is for making babies; we have four and I do not want more.”
“That’s a right tough spot,” Daniel said. “Lucky for you were three blokes who can keep those bollocks drained.”
“You do not mind I cum too fast?”
Kent took that one. “Every man is different, Ali. Nothing is too or not enough.”
If Kent came that fast I’d have never fallen in love with him, I thought. But I knew he was saying what Ali needed to hear.
“Have you ever fucked a man?” he asked.
Ali looked surprised and taken aback. “It is haram!” he said a bit defensively and started to stand. Nigel gave him a look; he’d settled by him on the sofa.
“Nobody’s judging you Ali,” Kent said and put a hand on Ali’s arm which stopped him.
“Surely not three poofter bum-bandits!” Daniel chimed-in with that unfamiliar girly tone. Kent shot Daniel a look. His voice was two octaves lower when he said, “We’d be the last to judge.”
“Nikit shareek b-muwafaqta,” he said quietly. Then as if he realized where he was he straightened but didn’t say anything more.
“I’m thinking that’s a yes?” I proffered.
“We know you’ve let a man suck you off. And you let two men fondle you until you came just now. Here we say, ‘A hole’s a hole bro,” Kent told him.
“When I attended university we said much the same,” Ali told us. “It was too easy to find shareek … er as you say the willing hole.”
“Well I asked because our Danny would very much like you to fuck his ass Ali.” Kent said it as if he was saying Daniel might like a ride to the market.
Ali appeared to appraise Daniel; whose blush was deep. Ali’s dick was doing its own appraisal; and the appraisal was apparently favorable.
Kent doubled-down. “You came here knowing nobody will ever know and you can be satisfied without judgment here.” He turned and said to Daniel, “Why don’t you remind Ali what a tight hole feels like around his cock?”
Our guest’s spike was fully hard again and Kent’s comment preceded a huge drop of pre-cum which was formed at his tip. “Right nice of you to provide the lube,” Daniel said as he stepped in front of Ali and swiped his fingers under the drooling knob. He turned and gave the barber a close-up view of him smearing his hole with the glistening man-juice.
My own dick was raging again. “Okay Nige; time to go find some fun elsewhere now,” I said and our very perceptive pup decamped and left the room without argument.
Daniel swung his leg up as he pushed Ali back against the rear of the sofa. He stood on that one foot and got himself above the partially-reclined barber and got his other foot planted so he could squat down over Ali’s dick. Daniel was rock-hard and jutting over Ali’s solar plexus when he first made contact.”
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh,” Ali groaned loud. For a malicious minute I wondered if that signaled he would blast his wad again.
“Fuck that’s it!” Daniel cried when he’d ground on Ali’s dick and apparently he’d hit his own spot.
Ali’s eyes widened and he smiled; I’d never seen him smile and I shouldn’t say it but he looked better not smiling. Daniel ground on him again and cried-out again. Soon he was riding Ali like an impaled lap-dance.
“Our boy likes that fat Persian cock doesn’t he?” Kent asked. He was hard and slowly stroking himself.
Daniel was really riding it; his dick was hard and flopping up and down as he worked Ali’s dick inside him. Ali was still smiling. “Fuck fuck FUCK!” Daniel moaned as his grinding became erratic. “Fuck YEAH!” he cried and began shaking. And then he began blasting his cum all over Ali’s hairy torso, five-o’clock shadow, and one splat right in his face.
Ali looked stunned as Daniel’s cum painted him. In fact he looked like he was aghast. “I’ve … I don’t … “ he sputtered.
Daniel leaned back and instead of grinding he was pumping himself on the length of Ali. “Come on you fucker; I want your spoof filling my bum! COME ON!” he urged and worked Ali hard and fast.
Ali had gone from appalled by having a man’s cum coating him to growling and spewing foreign oaths as Daniel’s expert channel muscles milked him. Clearly Ali was hurtling toward his second climax; at least this one was taking some work and a while.
“Come on hon,” Kent urged and went and knelt on the arm of the sofa jacking himself next to Ali and Daniel.
I went to Ali’s other side. I was hard and dripping myself. I don’t normally enjoy jacking often; but my barber’s furry muscular torso soaked with Daniel’s cum, watching my husband stroking himself, and the reek of the cum and both Daniel’s and Ali’s distinctive sweat made my head spin.
“Yeah I feel it!” Daniel shouted.
Ali was grimacing with purpose and slamming his hips up into Daniel’s channel. “You take it blond boy!” the barber growled in a strained tone.
“GIVE IT TO ME!” Daniel snarled back
That was when Kent groaned and shot a huge wad right into Ali’s face. I felt my balls tighten as I watched his seed and Ali cursing him and tensing up with his teeth gritted.
That time when Ali came it was with a torrent of roared words I didn’t understand and his hands brutally pushing down on Daniel’s hips and himself shoved up inside him. Kent shot three more ropes onto him and I lost my load all over Ali as he growled through his climax.
When I was done shooting I flopped back onto the sofa next to Ali. Daniel was dismounting. And then Kent shoved his dick into Ali’s face. “Lick me clean!” he said forcefully.
Ali reacted violently and tried to push him away. “Fuck no!”
“Oh just shut the fuck and try it,” Kent said and grabbed the back of Ali’s head and rubbed his slimy knob against the barber’s lips. “OPEN!” he ordered.
Ali only resisted for a moment. And then his lips parted; if I hadn’t just blown my load that would have done it. He didn’t open wide; but his tongue appeared and made tentative contact.
“Go on. I’m betting you want to.”
Ali looked up at him. There was no movement. And then there was; Ali opened wider and took Kent’s monster dick-head into his mouth. Kent rubbed Ali’s head and caressed his cheek as Ali licked and sucked.
Daniel was on his knees,
Had spread Ali’s knees wide, and had the barber’s flagging dick in his mouth. He came off for long enough to say, “Crikey I taste good!” and laughed and went back at it.
Kent gave Ali’s face a pat. “Good huh?”
Ali slowly pulled back until Kent’s mostly-soft dick flopped out. “Not … not bad.”
Kent stood laughing out loud. “Okay dude. Anything else you want to try?”
Ali looked guilty; caught.
“This is a safe place Ali; nothing that happens here goes anywhere.”
Ali hesitated but clearly might say something. Me? I was dumbfounded from the point he’d opened his mouth to Kent’s knob. “I would … “ We waited. And then he gently pulled Daniel off his half-hard-again dick. “I taste me in your hole.”
Holy fuck!
“Yeah mate! Come on then!” Daniel got on his back and pulled his long legs up; his hole was wet but not gaping like we leave him so he winked it at Ali who reacted.
“Fuck!” the barber said transfixed but didn’t move in on the offering.
“Go on mate; taste yourself in my bung-hole!” Daniel urged him.
“Maybe I … “ Ali said hesitantly.
“Oh go on man! You want to,” Kent said far more sharply than I would have to a newbie on the fence. But when Ali hadn’t looked away nor had he flinched Kent’s semi-exasperated, “Just do it or let’s get on with the day,” landed.
The cum-coated torso flexed as our guest got himself up and onto his knees and he maneuvered himself to get his face near Daniel’s hole. Ali’s stubby fat dick and pea-sized balls were hanging away from his taint and hole; and damn that hairy ring and bubble cheeks were inviting as hell. I passed a look to Kent and he knew exactly what I was thinking; his smirk confirmed it.
Ali sniffed deeply and groaned; but a bead of wetness appeared at his blunt tip’s opening. He then took a tentative first swipe with his tongue. “Bonza!” Daniel sighed in pleasure and winked his beautiful pussy-hole again. Ali groaned and went in like a starving man then. “Bloody oath that tongue!” Daniel moaned.
Ali was in full-on slurp and his dick was hard in no time again. His grunts and groans were lascivious and clearly he was ravenous. He’d taken Daniel’s cheeks and spread them wider and his licks and slurps morphed into sucking and swallowing the yield out.
I tentatively reached over and ran my finger gently from his fuzzy dark crack, over his wiry-circled pucker, and on down to his taint. He jerked at first and by the time I rubbed his sac his groan acknowledged his acceptance.
Kent got in on the action. He got up and went in with his own tongue. That got a loud exclamation in some language and a jerk of his head back. But he didn’t pull away; so Kent pulled Ali’s glutes apart and went in deeper. That got a long groan which was clearly appreciation.
As Kent ate the Persian barber his own groans matched Ali’s moans and shoves back into Kent’s face. I licked my finger which had brushed his hole and caught a taste of his pungent essence.
“Fuck I didn’t know … “ Ali mumbled shakily. His head was hanging slack over Daniel’s crotch; our boy had relaxed but had gone hard again from the rimming so his hard-on was right there. Ali seemed to pick-up my thoughts’ energy and leant his head forward closer.
“Go on if you want,” I said very gently. I almost added, “I can assure you it tastes as good as his pussy,” but I stopped myself.
He did; not tentatively this time but a full-on ingestion followed by a gagging cough when he’d taken too much. “Easy boy,” Kent said with a half-laugh. “Even a starter cock needs to be adjusted to.”
Ali went back at it slower but only in his progression until he had it all; he held position for a moment and then pulled back much quicker when his Adam’s Apple jerked as if he was again going to gag.
He looked up at Daniel who was smiling lazily. Our boy brought a hand up and caressed Ali’s face. “Stunner!” he said and I hoped Ali knew that Daniel meant that as a profound compliment.
When Daniel gently moved his hand to the back of Ali’s head and ever-so-slightly urged him back to business Kent pulled back and went in with a finger. Ali jerked his head up and nearly shouted, “I do not take like woman!”
Kent laughed and found his spot and made Ali’s whole body jerk. “No matter how much you beg my finger is all you get … this trip anyway.” He gave Ali’s pleasure point another contact and Ali writhed as Daniel pushed him harder that time back onto his dick.
Before long I was watching my husband finger-fucking a spasming moaning Ali who was devouring Daniel’s dick like a man possessed. His fat dick was as hard as a pipe again and was dripping a stream onto the leather. This lasted only a couple of minutes until he tried to pull back from sucking Daniel as his body’s shudders and jerks and his moans crescendoed.
Daniel firmly held his head in place and grunted as he fucked up into the barber’s inexperienced mouth and he began to cum just as his cock-sucker experienced his first full-on anal orgasm.
Ali shrieked around cum gurgling and flowing out of his mouth as he jerked and his body rode his own wave. His output splattered on the sofa and Daniel’s flow was no longer dripping out of his mouth but being hungrily sucked.
I took advantage and got my mouth around Kent whose stroking had increased to a feverish pace. He came again with a loud strained groan as he gave me his thick tasty load.
When I came up for air Ali had collapsed onto Daniel whose stroking was holding him and stroking him gently as he recovered. I kissed my husband’s amazing dick and then his face; his embrace pulled me in tight and when we broke and he whispered, “My love,” I melted the rest of the way and he helped me slump onto the sofa entangled with Ali’s legs and Daniel’s. My husband’s hands on me could have eased me to sleep; I drifted lazily.
It was a pleasant interlude breathing in the strong scent of men’s sex and exertion. Nigel knew apparently and decided to come in and ask to go out. He has his bells by the French doors from the kitchen so this was more about checking-out the action than making his need known.
Kent laughed and tousled my hair. “I’ll take care of the other man of the house.” He got up and said, “Okay boy your turn for some attention as they exited through the French doors that were rarely used in that room. The loud resistance of the weather-stripping giving way as the doors opened sparked movement in the three of us.
Ali got up abruptly as Daniel and I moved slower. He ran his hand over his crusty and gooey torso and then fingered his hole curiously. “I didn’t know … “ Another broken sentence.
“Fair dinkum huh mate?” Daniel asked and surprised Ali by kissing him on the lips. Ali stiffened and Daniel laughed. Then he kissed me more passionately and hugged me tight like Kent had. “Thank you daddy for this life,” he said into my ear before we let go of one another.
Ali was standing awkwardly and stiffly. And then Kent came back from the other end of the house. I could hear Nigel crunching his dog biscuit on the distance. “Who’s for a dip in the pool?”
Ali looked uncomfortably toward the door. “I should go,” he said but didn’t move.
Kent went to him and Ali shrunk back just a bit as he put a strong hand on the barber’s shoulder. “We enjoyed having you here. And you’re welcome to stay or go as you please. But please come back. This is somewhere you can have pleasure Ali; and have it be left here when you leave.”
Ali’s eyes which had been averted met Kent’s again. He didn’t speak but he nodded. Then he rubbed his cum-coated torso. “I could shower?”
“You can or we can mate,” Daniel quickly threw-in. “I’d be right chuffed to lather you up.”
“I uh … “
“Ali go ahead in there,” I pointed out the door to the hall, “and use the pool bathroom right there in privacy.”
He looked relieved. “Thank you.”
The three of us hugged when the door clicked shut behind him. “He’ll be back,” Kent said with a laugh.
“Bloody right he will!” Daniel chimed-in.
Me I wondered how awkward my next hair-cut would be. Instead I said, “Last one in does the dinner dishes,” and we took-off through the loudly-parting doors like frat boys. Nigel was at our heels barking at our excited movement.
When we were in the pool we heard the Ring alert that Ali had left out the front walk and the the driveway alert as he got into his car and left.
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