Bi-Sexual Male / 27
Barber Shop Encounter
I have a beautiful head of Cole black wavy/curly hair thanks to my Italian/Jew/Armenian heritage. If my hair is cut to short part of it coils like a spring until it grows some. If its too long its wild like I was in a wind storm so there is a range of length where it lays perfectly in place with just my fingers as a comb. The barber who cut my hair, my dad's, and brothers our entire lives retired and moved to Florida. Since I live on the opposite side of the city (1 hour away) I decided to find a barber closer to my apt. For over a year I searched unsuccessfully until my brother told me he was going to a minority barber who understood our challenges with our hair. So I made an appointment and made the one hour trip for a good hair cut.
It was my third trip to the 3 man shop when one of the other men getting his hair cut was in a homophobic rant about his nephew who had come out of the closet. I am bi but no one suspects anything. That man left, as did the older barber. My barber finished his other customer and called me to his chair. The 2nd barber was finishing his client who left leaving me and the 2 younger barbers alone. The other barber commented the older customer was out of touch
that no one cared who was gay anymore. My barber agreed, was now cutting my hair, agreed and the other barber left - leaving us alone. My barber apologized as the homophobe was really loud, obnoxious and seemed, according to my barber, always to be talking about gays. Then he said, the one who screams the loudest has the most to hide, and he laughed. I said, I agree. Personally, I know macho gay men, married and single bi men. Every gay or bi is not a drag queen.
My barber said he had gay and bi friends too and had been hit on while he cut a married man's hair a few months ago. I said, you must have been alone when he did that. He said, when a customers hands are on the arm of the chair (under the cape) it is not uncommon for my crotch to rub up against it even thought I try to not make contact - it just happens accidently. But when I felt his fingers brush my cock I knew he was interested. My heart was pounding because he is a good looking man, even in his late 40's. I wanted to know more but was apprehensive to push the conversation since he knew my older brother. It was silent for a minute and I threw caution to the wind and said, did he stop or did he grab your dick? And I laughed. He laughed and said, not immediately but when I was cutting the other side of his head he rubbed with the other hand and this time I didn't back up - so he grabbed it. I said, luck you.
Now he is behind me looking straight into the mirror, were our eyes met. He smiled and said, I was lucky that day and thankful he was the last customer. I smiled and move my hands from my lap (visible under the cape) and placed each on the arm rest of the chair and smiled. He moved to the right side and his crotch against my hand as I rubbed the backs of my finger on his hardening dick. He walked over closed the blinds and locked the door, unzipped and pulled out his dick as he walked back to the side of the chair. He reached over balling up the cape pulling it above my waist and he reached for my crotch while I stroked his dick.
I played with his dick while he finished my haircut and then, standing behind me, he began to massage my neck and shoulders as he told me to take it out. I was getting so relaxed I didn't know he was beside me when he bent over and took my cock in his mouth. He came off moving to my mouth where he ran his tongue all the way to my tonsils while stroking my dick.
He turned the chair out, took my legs over his shoulders as he set down on the chairs footstool and sucked my dick in his mouth. Damn was his mouth hot, some wild tongue action while he bobbed up and down on my Italian Sausage. I was about to blow so I told him to stop. He stood up taking my hands helping me up out of the chair. Now we are embarrassed in a very passionate kiss and when he broke he pushed me to my knees and I sucked his big old, black dick right in my waiting mouth. I looked up at his smiling face as his eyes and head rolled while I polished his knob.
I was so hot I placed his hands on the sides of my head and looked up. He knew I wanted him to fuck my mouth and damn he fucked it with a vengeance while he talked some nasty, kinky shit which drive me nuts.
I sensed he was getting close and I was meeting his thrust. He said I am close so I moved his hands to the back of my head signaling to shot in my mouth. After he finished I licked his dick shaft and head like it was a one of those huge Christmas Candy canes. His cock was getting hard again and I wanted some more, but he pulled me up and he knelt offering me some of his face pussy. In a minute he stood up reached for my belt buckle and in 10 seconds my pants were wound me ankles. He leaned in to kiss me while he took out his wallet and removed a condom. He moved me to front of the chair, which he had locked in place, opened a drawer and took out come Vaseline. He put on the condom, bent me over the chair, spread my legs, greased my ass and his cock and shoved his dick in my hairy ass.
He fucked me with hard and deep while jerking me with his right hand. He handed me a towel and told me to catch me cum and blow when I was ready as he wanted to fell my ass tighten around his dick and then he would blow. It took a couple of more minutes but I shot so hard my body jerked and it felt like electricity running from my feet up the back of my legs to my ass. He screamed nasty names as grabbed me tight and I felt him unload in the condom.
I got hard again on my subway ride home and beat off big time as soon as I got into my apt. Next week on his day off he is coming to my apt and fuck me in my bed.
I have a beautiful head of Cole black wavy/curly hair thanks to my Italian/Jew/Armenian heritage. If my hair is cut to short part of it coils like a spring until it grows some. If its too long its wild like I was in a wind storm so there is a range of length where it lays perfectly in place with just my fingers as a comb. The barber who cut my hair, my dad's, and brothers our entire lives retired and moved to Florida. Since I live on the opposite side of the city (1 hour away) I decided to find a barber closer to my apt. For over a year I searched unsuccessfully until my brother told me he was going to a minority barber who understood our challenges with our hair. So I made an appointment and made the one hour trip for a good hair cut.
It was my third trip to the 3 man shop when one of the other men getting his hair cut was in a homophobic rant about his nephew who had come out of the closet. I am bi but no one suspects anything. That man left, as did the older barber. My barber finished his other customer and called me to his chair. The 2nd barber was finishing his client who left leaving me and the 2 younger barbers alone. The other barber commented the older customer was out of touch
that no one cared who was gay anymore. My barber agreed, was now cutting my hair, agreed and the other barber left - leaving us alone. My barber apologized as the homophobe was really loud, obnoxious and seemed, according to my barber, always to be talking about gays. Then he said, the one who screams the loudest has the most to hide, and he laughed. I said, I agree. Personally, I know macho gay men, married and single bi men. Every gay or bi is not a drag queen.
My barber said he had gay and bi friends too and had been hit on while he cut a married man's hair a few months ago. I said, you must have been alone when he did that. He said, when a customers hands are on the arm of the chair (under the cape) it is not uncommon for my crotch to rub up against it even thought I try to not make contact - it just happens accidently. But when I felt his fingers brush my cock I knew he was interested. My heart was pounding because he is a good looking man, even in his late 40's. I wanted to know more but was apprehensive to push the conversation since he knew my older brother. It was silent for a minute and I threw caution to the wind and said, did he stop or did he grab your dick? And I laughed. He laughed and said, not immediately but when I was cutting the other side of his head he rubbed with the other hand and this time I didn't back up - so he grabbed it. I said, luck you.
Now he is behind me looking straight into the mirror, were our eyes met. He smiled and said, I was lucky that day and thankful he was the last customer. I smiled and move my hands from my lap (visible under the cape) and placed each on the arm rest of the chair and smiled. He moved to the right side and his crotch against my hand as I rubbed the backs of my finger on his hardening dick. He walked over closed the blinds and locked the door, unzipped and pulled out his dick as he walked back to the side of the chair. He reached over balling up the cape pulling it above my waist and he reached for my crotch while I stroked his dick.
I played with his dick while he finished my haircut and then, standing behind me, he began to massage my neck and shoulders as he told me to take it out. I was getting so relaxed I didn't know he was beside me when he bent over and took my cock in his mouth. He came off moving to my mouth where he ran his tongue all the way to my tonsils while stroking my dick.
He turned the chair out, took my legs over his shoulders as he set down on the chairs footstool and sucked my dick in his mouth. Damn was his mouth hot, some wild tongue action while he bobbed up and down on my Italian Sausage. I was about to blow so I told him to stop. He stood up taking my hands helping me up out of the chair. Now we are embarrassed in a very passionate kiss and when he broke he pushed me to my knees and I sucked his big old, black dick right in my waiting mouth. I looked up at his smiling face as his eyes and head rolled while I polished his knob.
I was so hot I placed his hands on the sides of my head and looked up. He knew I wanted him to fuck my mouth and damn he fucked it with a vengeance while he talked some nasty, kinky shit which drive me nuts.
I sensed he was getting close and I was meeting his thrust. He said I am close so I moved his hands to the back of my head signaling to shot in my mouth. After he finished I licked his dick shaft and head like it was a one of those huge Christmas Candy canes. His cock was getting hard again and I wanted some more, but he pulled me up and he knelt offering me some of his face pussy. In a minute he stood up reached for my belt buckle and in 10 seconds my pants were wound me ankles. He leaned in to kiss me while he took out his wallet and removed a condom. He moved me to front of the chair, which he had locked in place, opened a drawer and took out come Vaseline. He put on the condom, bent me over the chair, spread my legs, greased my ass and his cock and shoved his dick in my hairy ass.
He fucked me with hard and deep while jerking me with his right hand. He handed me a towel and told me to catch me cum and blow when I was ready as he wanted to fell my ass tighten around his dick and then he would blow. It took a couple of more minutes but I shot so hard my body jerked and it felt like electricity running from my feet up the back of my legs to my ass. He screamed nasty names as grabbed me tight and I felt him unload in the condom.
I got hard again on my subway ride home and beat off big time as soon as I got into my apt. Next week on his day off he is coming to my apt and fuck me in my bed.
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