Date: Mon, 17 Jun 2002 05:38:31 -0400 From: Mike Kliewer <bearly1dawg@hotmail.com> Subject: The Barber The Barber's Chair Michael Kliewer bearly1dawg@hotmail.com Story contains sexual situations involving adults. All legal statements regarding reading, and publishing this kind of material are adherent. No part of this story may be reproduced with out the writer's express permission. Every since my first haircut as a small child, I have enjoyed getting my haircut. Perhaps it is the hum of the clippers as it glides across my scalp, or the smell of Old Spice aftershave, and BARBERSOLL shave creme. It could also be the smell of men, all huddled in a small store waiting to receive their weekly trimming. Nothing like witnessing the diversity of men as they wait patiently for their turn in the chair. Have you ever noticed the purely masculine atmosphere in a Barbershop. It extends from the Field and Stream magazines, to the vintage car calendars, to the conversations being held. The whole scene just gets me hard. Like I have stated, I have always enjoyed getting my hair cut. There is something soothing about having someone run their hands through your hair, and very stimulating at the same time. Unfortunately, I have been blessed with the world's worst hair; it is extremely curly and grows in no particular pattern. This fact is never lost on the unlucky individual who has to cut my hair, but has always seemed a challenge. For years I did the cosmopolitan thing and went to salons to have my hair cut, but they never really had the same appeal as the barbershops did. Also, in recent years I have come to love my hair buzzed extremely short, something only a real barber does justice to. As I have said, the entire thought of a barbershop gets me horny, not to mention the close proximity the hunky barbers get to you. I enjoy the strength of their hands as they grip my head to keep it steady, the musky smell of their bodies from long hours working, and the sense of closeness you feel as they brush innocently against your arm, or shoulder. At least innocent is what I thought it was. I have recently found a shop in a local mall that caters not exclusively, but primarily to the military men in the area. The shop holds eight chairs, and the barbers are almost all male, save one female. Right there you have a great scene for a porn movie in my opinion! The men working the chairs are all different in look and attitude, but all are hot. Each one I guess would appeal to a different type of guy. I was recently went in for my 3000 mile hair cut, and noticed that late in the afternoon only a couple of the guys were working. The number of men waiting to get their hair cut was not long, as so I figured it would be a cool way to wind down. Lucky for me, my two favorite barbers were working that day, Jim and Mike. Jim is broad shouldered, stocky build, with a great smile and ass. Mike is leaner, tight body, and loves to wear tight 501 jeans, that show off what looks like a large endowment. Jim stands about 5'8, with light brown hair, cut to a high n' tight, with no facial hair. Mike is slightly taller, about 6', with darker hair, but keeps is longer and parted in the middle. Mike always acts as though he never left the Marines, which gives him a sexy edge to him. Jim, just has the all around good ole boy attitude, and is ready with a smile and joke. They both turn me on tremendously. Mike was working on an older guy, obviously military, but not ready for retirement yet. The guy in the chair was handsome, rugged, and getting his high n' tight shaped up. Mike is really adept at those. Jim on the other hand was just finishing some young kid, and I was next in line. I patiently waited, but while sitting there assessing the two hunks, I began to get somewhat hard. I was wearing only a pair of sports shorts, with no underwear or jock on, so I was trying to settle things down before I had to stand up. Unfortunately, I didn't quite make it. The boner that was building was quite evident, but I hoped no one was really paying attention. Jim finished up with his client, and motioned for me to take my place. I quickly moved over to the chair, hoping that my obvious hard on was not noticed too much. I got into the chair, adjusted myself and waited for Jim to return from the register. Jim sauntered over to the door of the store, closed the door, and put the closed sign out. "Hope you don't mind, but you guys will be our last customers for the evening?" Jim said. I just smiled, and replied, "NO problem with me, gives you the chance to take your time, and me time to enjoy". I am not sure why I said it quite as lascivious as I did, but the point was taken. Jim looked over at Mike and winked. I was not sure what that meant, but settled back to enjoy the hair cut. As Jim draped the cape over my shoulders, I closed my eyes in preparation for is usually a highly erotic session for me. He asked if I wanted the usual, and I said yes. He then turned back to his station and turned on the clippers. The instant I hear that hum, my dick jerks in reaction. Scenes of forced military haircuts, hot men in nothing but boxers, and well-muscled physiques spring into view. Of course the whole scene would not be complete with out the already present smell of aftershave, shave creme, and men in the room. Jim starts by placing his large hand on top of my head, tilting it slightly forward with just enough pressure that says, "don't move". Then he proceeds to work from the nape of my neck upward. The vibration of the clippers is subtle but intense. The humming noise of it's motor, incites my cock to resume its upward crawl. As Jim continues with his manipulations, but there is something different. Even with my eyes shut, I can feel his presence, and he is closer than usual. As he turns the chair to get a better angle, my shoulder brushes against his crotch and I could swear he was hard. I opened my eyes, to watch and see if what I thought was happening, was actually happening. He sees my reaction, and asks if I'm ok. "Sure, never better." He then starts the usual banter of how was your day? have you done anything fun lately, and what were my plans for the weekend? As the deep vibration of his voice suggests, this is idle conversation, but as he continues the haircut it is obvious that he is doing more. Each time he can he presses harder against me, making certain I can feel is hard cock under his baggy jeans. As he turns me around to face the mirror, he looks directly into my eyes. There is a lust there, a temptation for me. He is testing me. Jim is trying to see if I will take the challenge. As if in answer to his unspoken question I reach under the cape, unzip my fly, and pull my cock out. Everything is discrete, but his question has been answered. He winks at me, and continues to cut my hair. I am now extremely hard, dripping, and excited. The thought of getting my hair buzzed, and sucking Jim's cock at the same time is a fantasy come true. He maneuvers around so that his crotch is facing me, and I get the hint. I reach up, unzip his fly, and reach in for his cock. It is thick, very thick, and bout 6" in length. He has massive balls, which really make his package look good. He puts his hand on my head again, this time to push me closer to his cock. I open my mouth and take his mushroomed cock head into my warm mouth. I lick the helmet, and into the piss slit. I can taste his sweet precum as it oozes out. He continues his job on my hair. I try not to move much, but allow him to gently thrust his hips so that his cock fucks my mouth. His cock is so thick that it stretches my lips, my mouth is full of his cock, and it tastes great. There is the subtle hint of sweat, piss and musk from being confined in his shorts. I am in heaven. Jim then calls over to Mike. "Hey buddy, I got me a real hot cocksucker over here, want some?" "Sure fucking do, just finishing up here as a matter of fact!" It was more than I could have asked for, both the hunks that I have lusted after in my jerk off sessions, now in my fantasy come true. But it got better. Jim pulled his spit slick cock out of my mouth and moved back behind me. "Hey buddy, don't worry, I will let you finish, but I want to watch you suck Mike off, while I finish your cut." I was in heaven. Mike sauntered over. His polo shirt stripped off, his chest well defined, a light coating of hair all over his chest, and a "happy trail" of soft down running into his tight jeans. His bulge, which normally is quite evident, was now straining. In addition, the military guy that he was cutting also walked over. Mike moved over to the right side of the barber's chair and started unbuttoning his jeans. The older military guy got down on his knees in front of me, lifted the cape up and went for my dick. I immediately opened up dug into Mike's bikini underwear, pulled out his massive 9" cock, and began in earnest to suck his dick. Jim was still behind me cutting my hair. I could have cared less if he shaved me bald at this point. I found that the military guy was quite adept at cock sucking. He got in between my legs and deep throated my 7" in no time. I worked my mouth over the veined shaft of Mike's cock, and then moved down to his hairless balls. I managed to get his jeans and underwear down to his knees and while I was working my mouth on his cock and balls, was also working my hands on his hard gluts. That ass that I admired so much was now in my hands and felt just as good as I imaged it would. He moaned appreciatively as I worked my fingers into his hairy, sweaty crack, while never loosing rhythm sucking his dick. Mike had by now put the clippers down, undone his jeans and now was standing completely naked on the other side of the chair. His stocky build, coupled with his very hairy body, made my dick jerk. Of course having an expert cocksucker, eating you helps. I worked myself from one dick to the next. Mike although thicker than Jim, was just as demanding. Hands on my head he face fucked me with all he had. I wanted to feel both those cocks up my ass, but also wanted to bury my face in theirs. I pulled the military guy off my cock, and dismounted the chair. I persuaded Mike to get fully undressed, then to get up on his knees on the barber's chair, and let me do the rest. As his beautiful ass opened up for me, I started to eat his hole. It tasted musky, and wonderful. His obviously tight hole contracted and distended with each slide of my tongue across the tender flesh. He moaned loudly as he felt me suck on that sphincter. I made certain to run my goatee across his hot hole, and knowing the reaction. Most straight guys have never had their holes appreciated, but once they have been initiated, they will gladly open up for it again. My pants were down by my ankles and the military guy was between my legs again sucking my cock. As I took a breath from Mike's wonderfully hairy ass, I looked down and noticed the military guy removed all his clothes as well. Jim on the other hand was now at my back door. Spitting into his hand, and smearing it up my ass crack, I knew I was in for a fucking. He not too subtly, poised his cock into position and pushed in. Not exactly being a virgin, his cock head pushed past my sphincter easily, though the intrusion still made its point. He waited briefly to let me become accustomed to his cock, and then started to move his hips. I could tell why he was so popular with the ladies, not only a killer smile, but also he knew how to please with his tool. I still had my face buried in Mike's ass, but felt that the military guy was no switching positions. Although an awkward angle, he managed to position his ass in such a way as to be able to slide him on my dick. Damn, that felt nice. A warm hole, sliding down your pole, as you are being fucked, and eating ass, was fucking sensational. Mike switched positions in the chair and now was feeding me his cock. He wanted a prime seat to watch the marathon fuckfest going on in his shop. Jim was mercilessly pounding away at my hole and I in harmony was doing so to the grunt at my disposal. Mike wanted a piece of my ass as well, so we all changed positions. I got up in the chair in the same position as Mike earlier. He aimed his cock at my ass, and plowed. Jim, noticing the empty position at the military guys ass, went in for the kill. Here we were, four hot men fucking, sucking, slurping ass in this barber chair. I can't imagine what the next customers would say. Like I said I wanted both Mike and Jim in my ass, and I was bound to get them both at once. I suggested that to Mike and he was all for it. Mike lay down on the floor and I mounted his cock from on top. I was certain not to go all the way down and waited for Jim. He came up from a different angle, and forced is cock in beside Mikes. I then pushed back and felt my world crumble. The intensity of the situation was incredible. My hole was being stretched out by two fat, hot cocks, and my mind was in some other place. My heart started to beat faster, as the adrenaline rushed my veins. I slowly started to work my hole down on to the men's tools, and finally had them both in. Jim took the lead and started his pistoning motion. The friction against Mike's cock must have been tremendous. He screamed in pleasure with both sensations. As I opened my eyes, the military guy was standing in front of me offering his cock for my mouth. I wasted no time in swallowing it. Mike was the first to lose control and quickly shot his hot load up my ass, Jim followed by example as my ass was coated with both their seeds. The grunt at my throat followed in suit with at gush of warm man seed down my gullet. I was the last to pop as I felt Jim withdraw from my much-used hole. I shot my load all over Mike's face, and was astonished to see him licking it up. I dismounted his spent cock, and collapsed on the floor. We spent the last several hours satisfying our animal needs, and I was done. Unfortunately, my haircut was not finished, so we all re-dressed, and I mounted the still wet seat of the chair. As the clippers finished their dance across my scalp, the memory of that day was sealed in my memory forever. Now, whenever I sit in that chair, I get major wood and have to always think of something else. Mike and Jim still smile at me each time they cut my hair, and if I am not mistaken, the bulges in their pants are a great reminder to them too.