My barber

My barberI had had sexual encounters when I was younger with boys; moreexperimentation then anything else. But one of my first adult maleexperience was with my barber.I went in for a haircut. My barber’s name is Tony. Tony had cut my hairfor about ten years, since the times when my dad took me in. His shop ison the south side of the city. He runs a neighborhood shop; everybody knowseverybody else and Tony, somehow, keeps us all separate. When sitting inthe chair we’re each individuals. Tony knows what sports team eachcustomer likes and more personal tidbits, as well.I usually get my haircut first thing in the morning, before going to work.One day, however, I spent a long day on the job and was leaving the citylate. I passed Tony’s shop and was surprised to still see dim lights on.I decided to stop in and get a trim. The shop was empty, even though thed****s were closed, I could make out someone sweeping the floor. The doorwas locked so I knocked and a voice said that the shop was closed. Iknocked again and Tony poked his head around canlı bahis the curtain. He smiled whenhe saw me and unlocked the door. I went in and took a seat.When I said that I didn’t think the shop was opened so late, he said itusually isn’t but he had a special customer who wanted a ‘special’ shave.Tony told me to jump in the chair and he would take care of me. Tonymeticulously snipped at my hair, talking about things in general and thenfocusing on his last customer. I noticed the outline of a lump through hispants. When he hovered at my right side, it seemed as though he waspressing his lump into my arm, but he kept his eyes glued to my head. As hestepped back to assess his progress, I brushed his limp with my fingertips,making sure to keep my touch light enough that it wouldn’t arouse hissuspicion and would seem, if anything, like an accident. But I left my handin place on the armrest, open and with the palm turned upwardon the armrest.As he continued to snip away, he pressed his lump into my open palm everytime he stepped closer. bahis siteleri I heard him whisper that he liked to be touchedlike that and once again pressed his cock into my palm. Only this time, hedidn’t back away but slowly rocked back and forth. I grabbed his hardeningbulge through his trousers and as I did so slid my other hand down underthe apron to my crotch to stoke my own stiffening dick is rhythm with hisgyrations.Tony took off his smock to give me easier access to his hardening tool.And then flung off the apron covering me and reached down and unzipped me.When my cock sprang free, he dropped to his knees and swallowed my knob. Hesucked me until I was on the verge of shooting. I wanted to prolong thesensation, so I cupped his face in my hands and pulled him away.He rose to his feet and told me to stand up, take my pants down and leanover the seat. He was going to give me a special shave. He spread my asschecks and covered them with the warm lather from his machine. I couldhear the straight razor slapping up and down güvenilir bahis the strip of leather that hungoff the side of the chair. Very carefully he shaved my ass crack and tookmy balls gently into one hand and shaved off all the hair off them. Then hetold me to turn around so that he could shave my pubes.My pubic hair was fairly long, so first he trimmed them close with a pairof scissors. Then he covered the area with his warm lather and verymeticulously shaved off all the hairs around my cock. When he was doneshaving, he rubbed lotion into his palms and massaged my naked cock andballs. Then he poured oil over the area and wiped it clean with a softcloth.When he was through, he dusted me with talc and stepped back to admire hiswork. He brought out two hand mirrors and showed me my front and back.When I said that it was a fine job, he directed me back to the seat andwrapped a moist terry cloth towel around my stiff cock. The cock pushed itsway clear and once again, he applied lotion to his palms. Only this time,he stroked it until I sprayed his forearms with a huge load of my very ownbrand of shaving cream.As I was leaving his shop, Tony reminded me to come back next month aboutthe same time. I really have to because my haircut never was finished!