Time for a Hair Cut

I moved to a new city about six months ago to start my new job. It was my dream job upon graduating from college. I was finally getting settled into the job and my first apartment without a roommate. I was getting used to my new city, finding a grocery store that I liked, a new bank so that I didn’t have to mail my paychecks, a new dentist and doctor. All the things that you need to do when you become an adult. I was still making the three-hour drive back to my parents about once a month to bring the last of my clothes and other items, that I didn’t bring on my first trip, although those trips were becoming less frequent.

The last time I was home, the first thing that my mom said when I walked in the door was, “you need a haircut.”

I chuckled as I ran my hands through my hair, “yeah, I guess you’re right.” That was one thing I hadn’t looked for in my new city yet. I headed down to see Jack, the man that had been cutting since I was in Jr. High School.

He smiled as I walked in, “hey Brian, I haven’t seen you in a while, I figured you moved away after college.”

I said, “I did, but I need a trim, so I came back just to see you.”

He laughed, “have a seat, I’ll be with you as soon as I finish up with Cal.”

A few minutes later, I was telling Jack all about my new job and that I would probably be looking for a new barber when I went back home. He finished cutting my hair, I gave him a nice tip and thanked him for the many years of great service, he wished me well.

Of course, once I got back home and was busy at work, I still hadn’t found a new barber. I was getting ready for work one morning and looking at myself in the mirror. I had just finished shaving and washed the remaining shaving cream from my face. I decided I was fairly attractive, I stood about 5’10” and weighed 150 pounds. I wasn’t overly muscular but was well toned. My chest had a nice coat of dark fur, that matched the black hair on my head. The hair continued down my muscular legs and across my round firm ass. I paused to look at my cock in the mirror, again, it was nothing special, but is well proportioned compared to my body. It was about 4 inches when it was flaccid, and grew to a solid 6 inches when hard, and had a large mushroom head. Two plump nuts hung neatly in their place behind my dick, not too low, but not too tight either. I had watched enough videos to know that I wasn’t going to be a porn star, but I wasn’t repulsive either. I had come out to my family and friends shortly after I started college. I have dated a few guys and had some hook-ups over those four years but have yet to have a real relationship. I figured that once I was established in my career, that would happen naturally. So, I guess, that was the next step in my progression as an adult.

I ran a comb through my hair and thought, shit, I still need to find a barber. It had been about a month since I visited Jack, and I had no plans to go back to my parents in the next few weeks. I got dressed and headed to work. I was checking my email when one of my coworkers, Cory, stopped by my desk.

He said, “hey Brian, I just sent you my portion of our presentation to you, let me know when you are ready to review it so we can have it ready for our meeting tomorrow.”

I smiled, “thanks Cory, I was just opening your email, give me about an hour and I’ll have your portion merged with mine, can you meet at about 10?”

He gave me a thumbs up, “yep, I’ll meet you in the conference room.”

Right on time, we met and walked through the presentation, for the next hour we made some minor revisions and tweaked some details and were satisfied with the results. As we were finishing up, I noticed that Cory had a nice haircut. I know that he is straight, he is actually married with two kids, he also knows that I am gay.

I said, “hey, you have great hair.”

He looked at me with a questioning look, and said, “um, thanks?”

I chuckled, “no, I didn’t mean it like that, I need to get my hair cut, I was just wondering where you go.”

He sighed, “oh, well where did you get yours cut the last time, it looked ok.”

I said, “I got it cut when I was back at my folks, I just haven’t taken the time to find a place here.”

He chuckled, “well, my wife cuts my hair.”

I asked, “does she work at a salon here in town?”

He shook his head, “no, I needed a hair cut when we were home because of Covid, she watched a YouTube video, and she has been doing it ever since. I don’t think she would want to cut yours though.”

I said, “yeah, you’re probably right, thanks, I guess I’ll keep looking. I really should get it cut before our presentation though.”

He chuckled, “yeah, you are looking pretty shaggy.”

I asked around the office and several guys gave me the name of their stylists, no one used a barber. Now I have nothing against stylists, but I have always preferred barbers. I finally ran into Paul, one of the few guys in the office that is over forty.

I asked, “hey Paul, do you have a barber or a stylist?”

He furrowed his brow, “a barber, why?”

I chuckled, “I need to get my hair cut, and am looking for some place to go.”

He said, “oh, I go to Cooper’s, it’s about two blocks from here.”

I asked, “do they take walk ins?”

He nodded, “yeah, if they aren’t busy.”

I decided to take a chance and walked the two blocks to Cooper’s on my lunch hour. I walked in and there were two barber chairs, each had a customer in them, getting their hair cut. A man working at the first chair, who appeared to be in his sixties, looked up at me and said, “hi, how can we help you?”

I smiled, “I was just wondering if you had time to give me a haircut.”

He said, “I just started on this gentleman, I’ll be about 20 minutes.” He turned to the second chair, “hey Cooper, how much longer you going to be?”

My mouth nearly hit the floor when the man standing at the second chair turned around, he was fucking gorgeous. He was about my height, had sandy blonde hair that flowed down to just above his shoulders and had the cutest curls. He was wearing a black smock and a pair of tan cargo shorts that showed off his nicely tanned muscular legs. They had a nice layer of blonde fur that was highlighted by the sun shining through the large windows. He looked in my direction and gave me a smile, revealing two cute dimples covered with a sexy two-day growth.

He said, “it will about five minutes, if you want to wait, I’ll be glad to fit you in.” His wide smile made me week in the knees.

I stammered, “thanks.” And sat in the waiting area, watching Copper walking around the barber chair, and imagining him naked while he cut my hair. He had an amazing ass, I was wishing he wasn’t wearing that smock, so I could see more. He was so friendly with the customer that he had in his chair, even his voice was so sexy as he made small talk. He brushed the hair off the man in his chair and pulled off the cape as the man stood up.

I was startled out of my trance by my ringing phone, I looked at the screen, it was Cory from work.

I answered, “hey Cory, what’s up?”

He asked, “where are you?”

I said, “I’m at the barber shop, I was going to get my hair cut over my lunch hour. Why?”

He said, “the boss wants us to give him a run through of our presentation, how soon can you be here?”

I said, “I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

Copper gave me a smile as I ended my call, he said, “if you’re ready, please have a seat.”

I said, “I’m sorry, I just got called back to work. How late are you open today?”

He said, “I’m here until six.”

I gave him a weak smile, “sorry, I need to get back to work, but I will try to be back before you close.”

He flashed that killer smile, “no problem, I’ll see you then.”

I hurried back to work, Cory and I worked through our presentation with the boss, he gave us a list of changes and we got to work. We didn’t get done until about 5:30, I hurried to the barber shop, hoping Cooper didn’t have any customers waiting. I was disappointed when I saw he just started on the man sitting in his chair.

He smiled at me as I walked in, he said, “hey you made it back, if you don’t mind waiting, I just started with Tom here, it will be about 15 minutes.”

I looked at the clock, it was fifteen minutes before 6. I said, “oh, but that will be your closing time, I can come back another time.”

He flashed that killer smile again, “no, it’s no problem at all, you’re already here.”

I asked, “are you sure?”

He nodded, “of course, please have a seat.”

Honestly, I wouldn’t have minded sitting there all day watching him walk around that barber chair. His legs muscles flexing as he leaned over his customer, his arms tightening as he opened and closed his scissors, it was like a well-choreographed dance. I especially liked it when he had his back to me, so I could watch that ass, God that ass was perfect. I just wanted to rip those shorts down and bury my face between those two firm cheeks. As I sat and watched this artist work, I felt my cock begin to twitch. I hoped he wouldn’t notice the bulge in my pants when it was my turn to walk to the chair.

I was startled out of my trance when I heard, “yo, did you fall asleep?”

I looked up at Cooper, “oh, I’m sorry, just deep in thought. What did you say?”

He chuckled, “just asked you if you were new in town.”

I smiled, “oh yeah, I moved here a few months ago.”

Tom, the man getting his hair cut, asked, “do you work in the Murphy Building?”

I said, “yes, I work on the fifth floor.”

He smiled, “I thought I had seen you before, I work on the eighth floor.”

We talked about our jobs as Cooper finished cutting Tom’s hair. Copper told me that he had just bought the shop from George, the man that was in the shop earlier, about six months ago. George still came in three or four days a week and helped Cooper out, but usually left by 3 or 4. Cooper had another barber starting in a few months, he was still in barber school, George would fully retire once he started.

Cooper gave Tom’s shoulders one last brush, and he pulled the cape off. Tom paid Cooper and headed to the door, he said, “I’ll see you around the building.” as he smiled and walked out.

Cooper followed him to the door and turned the closed sign to face out and locked the door. He pulled the shade down on the front window. He turned back to me, I must have had a questioning look on my face.

He said, “oh, don’t worry, I always close the shade when I have my last customer in the chair, If I didn’t, I would never get to close.”

I said, “I don’t mean to keep you past closing, I can come back another day.”

He smiled, “no, it’s fine, really I don’t mind.”

I smiled, “if, you are sure?”

He walked up to me and ran his hands through my hair, shivers ran down my spine at his touch. My mind raced, what was happening? He locked the door, closed the shade and now he ran his hands through my hair, my cock, once again stirred.

He said, “how about we start with a shampoo?”

His voice brought me back to reality, of course, the man was a barber, he was going to touch my hair and closing the shade was a completely reasonable thing to do. I was reading way too much into this, I was just here for a haircut.

I said, “a shampoo, sure that’s fine.” I pulled my tie off as he led me to the chair in front of the sink. I sat down and laid my head back as Cooper turned the water on to adjust the temperature. He wet my hair down and made small talk, where did I grow up, where did I go to college, all the regular stuff.

He shut the water off and squirted some soap into his hand. He started to rub the shampoo into my hair, God, he had magic fingers. I was sort off disappointed when he stopped the scalp massage. He pulled the hose from the faucet to rinse the shampoo away, just as he was finishing, I suddenly felt water running across my face and down my neck.

Cooper shouted, “oh shit, I am so sorry, the spray nozzle broke.” He quickly turned the water off and grabbed a towel to dry me off. He was quick, but not quick enough, my shirt was completely soaked.

He grabbed another towel as he continued to dry me off. I stood up as he dried my hair and was trying to dry my shirt.

He kept apologizing, “I am so sorry, I have never had that happen before.”

I said, “it’s ok, it was just water.” He went for another towel as I finished drying my face.

Cooper said, “your shirt is soaked, why don’t you take it off, I can dry it in the back room. I have a washer and dryer back there for towels. It will be dry by the time I finish cutting your hair.”

Ok, all those thoughts were back in my mind, was this really happening? I started to unbutton my shirt as Cooper continued to clean up the spilled water. He smiled as I handed him my shirt, he said, “have a seat in the chair, I’ll just pop this in the dryer.”

My heart was pounding as I sat down and looked at myself in the mirror, I was sure I was over thinking this, I was just here for a haircut and faucets break on occasion, it was just a coincidence.

Cooper walked back in, he said, “I am so sorry about that, honestly, I am a professional barber, I promise.”

I chuckled, “it’s ok, accidents happen.” That’s when I looked at him standing behind me in the mirror, he had taken off his smock. He was now only wearing a tight white wife-beater t-shirt, showing off two muscular arms. The shirt was tight enough that I could see his well-defined chest and I could easily count every ridge that made up his six-pack abs. He also had a very tasteful cross tattoo on his upper right arm and another on his chest. I couldn’t make out what it was, as only a small portion was visible through the thin fabric of the t-shirt.

He noticed me looking, he said, “I hope you don’t mind, my smock was soaked too.”

I stuttered, “oh no, I don’t mind at all.”

He smiled, “good, ok, what are we doing today? Looks like you usually have a light fade on the sides with just a trim on top?”

My mind was blank, I had no idea what he was talking about, I just nodded.

He chuckled, ‘your haircut, just a light fade on the sides?”

I said, “oh, yeah, that will be fine.”

He smiled as he got to work, since I was shirtless, he didn’t bother to put a cape on me. Shivers once again ran down my spine with every touch, and it seemed as though he was resting his hands on my bare shoulders for extended periods. I of course, didn’t mind this at all, I was still thinking that I was reading too much into this. My dick on the other hand had different ideas, shit there was a tent starting to form in my dress pants. I watched Cooper in the mirror, and as soon I thought it was safe, I adjusted my erection. I’m not sure, but I thought I saw a little smirk cross his lips as I left my hands lay on my lap. Cooper continued to cut my hair and make small talk, hell, I have no idea what we were talking about. I just watched in the mirror as his muscles flexed with every snip of the scissors. Cooper moved to the side of the chair as he was trimming the side of my hair with his clippers. I felt him brush against my elbow as I had my arms on the armrests, holy shit, was his cock hard? I just froze, I didn’t pull my arm away and he didn’t move away either. He had one hand on my shoulder as he continued to run the clippers on side of my head.

I couldn’t stand it any longer, I moved my arm and rubbed it along the length of his hard manhood. Once again, he didn’t move away or stop working my on my haircut, he actually pushed harder against me. That was all I needed, I moved my hand back to run my fingers along the bulge in his shorts. I watched Cooper in the mirror as a smile spread across his face. Ok, so I wasn’t imagining all the signals, this is really happening. He finished his work on my hair and brushed the loose hair off of my shoulders with a brush. He set the brush down and used his bare hands to brush the loose hair form my chest, I sighed at his touch. He leaned down and our eyes locked, he moved in close until our lips met. Cooper had his hands on the back of my head as our tongues began to dance in each other’s mouths. He was an excellent kisser and his stubble rubbing against lips was turning me on even more than I expected.

He broke our kiss, gave me a smile, and pulled me to my feet. He said, “let me brush the rest of the hair off you.”

I just stood there as he ran his hands all over my bare torso and back. He stepped behind me and pushed his cock against my ass and his hands ran down my chest and abs. He found my belt buckle and in one smooth motion released it and unbuttoned my pants, they fell to the floor. I stepped out of my shoes, pulled my socks off as Cooper’s hands explored my body and pushed my underwear off. I became a bit self-conscience standing there completely naked as I heard the evening traffic just a few feet outside the door. I let out a slight gasp as Cooper wrapped his hands around my dick and began to stroke, we started kissing again. He led me back to the chair, I sat down and he took my cock into his mouth. Jesus Christ, if I thought he was a good kisser, he was even better at sucking cock. I felt my eyes roll back in my head and my toes curl as he demonstrated his oral skills. At this point I was beyond turned on, I was in pure extasy. I pushed Cooper to his feet, his lips made a pop sound as they left my pole and it fell against my stomach with a thud.

He asked, “what’s the matter?”

I smiled, “nothing, but you need to get rid of your clothes.”

He grinned as he pulled his shirt over his head, God, he was even more ripped than I had imagined. He let his shorts fall to the floor and stepped out his shoes and shorts in one step. Much to my delight, he was not wearing any underwear, giving me good look at his perfect erection. It had a slight upward curve and was about seven inches with a wide mushroom head. I grabbed his cock, pulled him to the chair and inhaled his manhood. He held the back of my head as he began to fuck my face, his precum lubing my throat. He tasted as good as he looked, his approving moans only encouraging me further. I cupped his cum-filled nuts with one hand and squeezed a round firm ass cheek with the other. His nuts and ass were covered with the same sexy blonde fur that covered his legs and chest. He released my head and pulled his dick from my mouth, Cooper grinned as he turned around and pulled his ass cheeks apart. I sighed as I took in the sight of that gorgeous ass, it was the ass of every fantasy that I had ever jacked off to. I leaned forward and was met with the most intoxicating scent, a perfect blend of Cooper’s cologne and man musk from his day at work. I ran my tongue across the pink pucker, causing Cooper to sigh and spread his cheeks even further. After I worked on his ass for a while, I gave his hole one last lick before he turned around and we shared another deep kiss. He whispered, “now it’s my turn to eat your ass.”

I wasn’t going to turn that offer down, I turned and got onto my knees in the chair, my ass sticking straight up it the air. Cooper gave my ass a rub as he sighed, “God, you have a nice ass.” He gave each cheek a gentle kiss then drove his tongue straight into my waiting hole. Cooper was giving my cock a stroke each time his tongue entered my hole. Just when I thought I was going to pass out, Cooper stepped back. My disappointment was short lived, as I felt the warmth of a cock start to rub my spit slickened hole. I let out a deep breath as Cooper sank his pole in as deep as he could. He was soon pushing in and out as pleasure flooded my entire body. I was stroking my cock as Cooper held my hips and was hitting my sweet spot with every piston. I felt a churning in my nuts, I wasn’t going to last much longer, by the sounds of Cooper’s breathing, neither was he. I felt his cock swell and he gave one final push, I gave myself one last stroke and we both exploded at the same time. Cooper flooded my love tunnel with his seed, and I covered the seat of the chair with mine. Cooper slowly pulled out of me as he pulled me to my feet. We kissed as our deflating cocks rubbed against each other.

I smiled, “this is the best hair cut I have ever gotten.”

He chuckled, “we are a full-service shop, we want all our customers to leave happy.”

I said, “well, I am definitely happy.”

The buzzer on the dryer signaled that my shirt was dry, I watched that sexy ass as Cooper walked to the back room and return with my shirt. We reluctantly dressed and said our goodbyes.

Cooper said, “see you in a month?”

I nodded, “absolutely, unless I decide I need a trim before that.”

I smiled as I stepped out of the shop, I knew that I had found my new barber.

 

The End.