Date: Tue, 2 Nov 2010 09:32:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Damian <nvtahoeus@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Barber Who Got Under My Skin - Part 4

This story, a work of fiction, is told in alternating segments from the
perspectives of a young dermatologist named Wade and his even younger
neighbor, a barber named Jeremy.


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- Damian


WADE:

Jeremy really knows how to convince a guy that he forgives him!  What I had
hoped would materialize when I asked him to bring over his barber shears
actually -- to my great pleasure and astonishment -- did.

I had been a nervous wreck climbing those stairs to expose my body to those
shears -- and, more importantly, to Jeremy's eyes and hands.  I didn't even
turn around when we got to the bathroom -- I just took my shirt off and
then decided to strip to my briefs.  When he finally touched me, I
understood just how much I had been missing all my life.  My long-neglected
body was more than ready to be touched by another living person, and I
wanted that person to be Jeremy Wilson.

I'm sure that goose bumps broke out all over my back as he began to shear
off what little hair was back there.  I know because I could feel them.

As he trimmed my back, I thought how foolish I had been to keep my briefs
on, but I had been a little shy and decided to keep them on.  When he
lowered them a bit, I knew he could probably see the top of my crack.  When
he told me to turn around, I almost hesitated because I knew I had an
erection.  But I thought to myself, "Damn it, Wade, you're 33 years old and
you need to stop holding yourself back.  It's now or never."

I took a deep breath and turned slowly to face him.

It felt amazing to be standing there in front of Jeremy with my hard cock
bulging in my tight briefs.  All I wanted at that moment was to feel
Jeremy's hands pulling them down, and then he did!  I felt them fall to my
feet, and I kicked them away.  I'd never been so turned on in my life -- my
heart was pounding like crazy, and my cock throbbed with every beat of my
pulse.

Is this how my big brother Tim had felt all those years ago in front of me
before I ran from his room?  Up till now, I'd only thought about what I had
felt that day, not even giving a moment's thought as to what Tim must have
been feeling.

In medical school we had to strip to practice giving each other physicals,
but that was merely embarrassing and not much fun at all.  This was the
real thing -- for the first time in my life I understood the meaning of the
word "passion," and my long-standing fear of it finally flew out the window
like a long-caged bird, never to return.

When Jeremy finally touched my dick and then my balls, I thought I'd erupt
right then and there, but I knew if I could somehow get him to take my dick
into his mouth that it would be so much better.

I thought of all the times that I'd jacked off alone and couldn't think of
a time when I'd felt even half as turned on as I was at that moment.
Incredible waves of sensation and pleasure washed over me when I finally
felt Jeremy's lips slip around the head of my virgin dick, and then felt
him take more and more of my rigid shaft into his mouth.

It didn't take very long at all for me to feel the approach of my first
ejaculation in the presence of another human being.  I ran my hands over
the back of his head and through his hair, nearly gasping for breath as I
felt my cum shoot into his throat with a blast that must have caught him by
surprise by its quickness and its intensity.

But he took every last drop of my pent-up cum, and believe me there was
plenty!  I came and came like never before in my life -- not being even
mildly aware before of just how intense a sexual experience could be with a
beautiful man like Jeremy sucking the living daylights out of me.

When it was over, I nearly collapsed from the sensation of it all.  I
climbed onto Jeremy's lap and hugged him as tightly as I could.  He was
still dressed, of course, but that actually added to the pleasure of it
all.  Even though he was only 25 years old, I felt he was the dominant one
and that I was just a naked kid there on his lap.

He started kissing me all over my neck and upper chest and ran his hands
all over my body.  When our lips finally met, it was heaven -- and I never
wanted it to stop.  I couldn't remember the last time I had been kissed --
certainly never like this!

It was difficult for me to admit to him that I hadn't been honest about
that fake call the previous night that gave me an excuse to flee from the
scary situation he had put me in, even though I had been a willing
participant up to a point.  But then I thought of my naked, hard brother
all those years ago, and I just panicked and had to get out of there.  I
thought Jeremy might feel like getting even with me and leave me naked in
my house like I'd left him naked in his, but he didn't.  To my great
relief, it didn't seem to matter.

Instead, he picked me up with my arms still around his neck and his hands
holding me firmly onto my butt.  I wrapped my legs tightly around his
middle and let him carry me to my bedroom, feeling vulnerable but
completely secure in his strong, sexy arms.


JEREMY:

Wade and I stayed in bed for hours, just enjoying each other's naked body
and the sensuous pleasure of skin-on-skin contact.  I couldn't get enough
of the sight of his lean, wiry body.  As soon as we got into his bed
together for the first time, I just knelt between his open legs, told him
to put his hands behind his head, and unhurriedly took in the sight of him
like I had in his bathroom.  Only this time I could see his angelic face
smiling back at me, looking very much more relaxed and in tune with me than
he had when we were sitting downstairs trying to figure out where this was
going.

I reached out and touched his face, and he kissed me softly on the wrist as
my hand caressed his face from his hairline, down his nose, and across his
angular cheekbones.  I leaned down and kissed him all over his face, and he
responded like someone who had hungered for this all his life but never had
it.

Our erect cocks came into contact as we were kissing, and the feeling was
nothing short of electric.  I reached down with my right hand and enveloped
them together briefly.  Then I sat up again and used both of my hands to
caress his chest and tweak his hard nipples until he was groaning with
pleasure.  He told me he had no idea how erotic it could be to have someone
do that to him.  I felt his hands on my cock, squeezing it with baby
touches that caused it to get even harder than I thought was possible.

I put my hands under his ass cheeks and squeezed them firmly, eliciting yet
another satisfied moan from my new lover.  I had to see all of him, so I
told him to get up on all fours.  I was behind him now, looking at the
perky ass that I'd just fondled and proceeded to fondle it even more.  He
was beautiful from all angles, I discovered, not to my surprise.

I separated Wade's buttocks and gazed at his inviting hole for the first
time, running my index finger over it.  I knew he'd never been touched
there, and he confirmed it with yet another moan of contentment and
pleasure.  I ran my hands under him and felt his dangling testicles --
which were impressive for a man his size -- and hard, firm cock, then ran
my hands down his thighs, back to his butt, and then all the way up his
back to his neck and down his arms.  I wanted to possess every square inch
of the man, and I wasn't going to let him up until I did.  His body was
mine to do with what I wanted, and I was going to take my sweet time to do
it right.

As I bent to kiss the back of his neck, my excited cock touched him where
the sun never shines.  He felt it and squeezed it between his cheeks.  I
wanted to fuck him, but I knew my cock was big enough to hurt him in his
virgin state without some preparation.  This had to be gradual, even though
my cock was aching for penetration and release.  I was both impatient to
fuck him and reluctant to have this lovemaking session end any time soon.

It had been a long time since I'd been with anyone in quite this way.
Usually my past lovers had been impatient to get to the final act, but Wade
and I were going to take time to enjoy the journey.

Running my hands back down his back and onto his butt, I separated his
cheeks once again.  He had mentioned showering earlier in the day, so I
didn't hesitate to start licking all up and down his crack and all over his
long-neglected ass.  When my tongue grazed the area between his nuts and
his hole, he nearly jumped from the unfamiliar sensation.  I knew from past
experience that this was a heavenly feeling that nothing but another guy's
tongue could elicit.

He had been on all fours.  I told him to put his head back down on his
pillow but keep his ass in the air.  Now his perky hole was the absolute
center of attention.  I let go with a large gob of saliva near the top of
his crack and watched it as it snaked its way down his crack and past his
hole, finally coating the back of his nut sac.  I ran my tongue all over
his hole, digging as deeply into it as I could with the tip.  By now Wade
was literally writhing in pleasure and moaning into his pillow.  He pushed
back with his ass onto the tip of my tongue as if trying to impale himself
on it as far as it would go.  We kept this up for quite a while.

He seemed to be building toward yet another orgasm, but I didn't want him
to cum again so soon.  I pulled his knees out from under him and proceeded
to lick and nuzzle him all over his back -- from the hairline on his neck
down to his ass crack and back again.  After several minutes of this, I
turned him over.  I wanted to see his face, and it was angelic with wonder
as he looked at me worshipfully with those big brown eyes of his.

I wanted to feel him with my whole body, so I stretched myself out fully
and lowered myself onto his body, our leaking erections touching.  I kissed
him deeply and passionately, and he responded by wrapping his arms around
my shoulders and pulling me closer and closer into him.

Except for his frequent moaning, Wade hadn't said a word since we got into
bed.  I finally heard him speak as we broke our kiss: "Jeremy, Jeremy, this
is like a dream come true.  I've waited so long for someone, and I thought
it would never happen."

"Well, that someone is me, and I'm not going anywhere," I assured him.  "I
could make love to you all weekend if you'd let me."

"Well...I had planned to rearrange my sock drawer this weekend, but I think
that can wait," he said with a grin.  "Someone seems to be holding me down
at the moment."

"Get used to it, my friend, get used to it."

"With pleasure," he sighed.


WADE:

Well, well, well.  What can I say?  This was certainly a day of firsts for
me!  I didn't want to think about how many partners Jeremy had had, nor did
he volunteer that information.  All I knew was that he was all mine -- and
I all his -- for the day.

Words fail me when I try to think how to describe how I felt when he was
making love to me.  It was simply just unbelievable to me how good I could
feel with his young, strong hands roaming all over me.  And that tongue of
his!!  I had no idea, simply no idea...

After he lay on top of me for a while, I felt like I never wanted to move
again.  We lay on our sides facing each other for a while and just letting
our hands roam freely over each other's body and kissing.  Our erections
never subsided.

Soon I felt like taking charge and seeing to it that Jeremy got some
relief, too.  I asked him to stand beside the bed while I sat on the edge
of it.  I wanted to examine him again -- not for skin problems but simply
because I was enthralled with how good-looking he was and how sexy he
looked naked.  I told him to put his hand on his hips and spread his feet.
Not only could I see his whole front side now, but from a mirror across the
room, I could see the back of him equally on display.

And that cock of his!  When I first saw it hard the previous evening, I
hadn't fully appreciated just how large and beautiful it is.  I wanted to
just sit on the bed and look at it and touch it while he stood between my
legs.  So, of course I did!  It was one of the most nearly perfect cocks
I'd ever seen.  It had to be nine inches hard if it was an inch,
circumcised, and much thicker than mine.  His helmet was a work of art,
with a pee slit that opened invitingly when his cock was fully hard.

After I played with it a while, I was ready to take the next step.  I
thought I'd probably go my whole life without taking another man's cock in
my mouth, but I was wrong.  Jeremy's was ready and willing, and I started
licking it all over, finally taking as much of it in my mouth as I could.
It was quite a tasty mouthful!

At the same time, I let my hands freely roam around his thighs and butt,
enjoying every silky square inch that I could reach.  My libido was peaking
again and I started sucking faster and harder while I stroked his massive
balls.

"Oh, God, Wade, you do that so gooood," he purred.  "Are you sure you
haven't practiced on someone else?"

With my mouth quite full, all I could do was shake my head no.  Just as my
inexperienced mouth muscles were getting tired, Jeremy started spurting.  I
didn't know if I could take his cum or not, but he had taken mine and I was
determined to please him.  It was tastier than I had imagined, so I
swallowed several times to keep up with him, not pulling off until he was
almost flaccid again.

I looked up, and his eyes were closed and his mouth was open, like he was
floating on a cloud and didn't want to come down.  He finally pulled me up
to a standing position, and we just held each other for a long time without
saying anything.

Getting back into bed, we snuggled for a while before we both drifted off
into la-la land.  Neither one of us had gotten much sleep last night, and
we were exhausted from that and from the intense activity of the afternoon.

Finally, an hour or so later, driven by the need for food, we reluctantly
got up and took a long, soapy shower together, went out for a nice long
romantic dinner, and then went back to my bed and slept spooned tightly
together until Sunday morning.


JEREMY:

We hardly got out of bed at all on Sunday, finding new and exciting ways to
please each other.  Wade wanted to try everything -- I could hardly blame
him for that, as he had gone 33 years without another living, breathing
body in his bed.  I was more than happy to oblige.

As much as I wanted to fuck him, I didn't think he was ready for my monster
in his back door yet, so I let him do the honors instead.  Wade's long,
thin cock fit my chute perfectly, and he was able to hold off coming long
enough to let me enjoy the sensations, too.  I'd been fucked plenty of
times before, but this was special.  I knew this cock inside me had never
been inside another person.  When he came, I could feel the wetness of his
hot cum, and I wanted to hold it inside me as long as possible.

At one point on Sunday, as we were both sated and just holding tightly to
each other in bed, Wade started to tell me a long-ago story about his
brother.  At first he could hardly get the words out, but he finally told
me all about the day his older brother had come onto him before he was
ready for it.  It sounded so much like what had happened Friday night in my
bedroom, and I suddenly understood his turmoil.

But what had started out on Friday night awkwardly with Wade's sudden and
disappointing departure turned heavenly by Saturday afternoon and stayed
that way until our need to go to work on Monday morning finally forced us
apart.  But we wouldn't be apart any longer than absolutely necessary.


WADE:

This all happened almost a year ago now.  Like all lovers, Jeremy and I
have had our ups and downs as we tried to adjust to our many differences,
but our genuine disagreements have been few and we enjoy our time together
like lovesick newlyweds.  Initially, I was like a kid with a new toy -- I
couldn't get enough of Jeremy's dick, and my own dick certainly rose to the
occasion every time he walked in the door and eagerly relieved me of my
clothing.  As we were often seen crossing the street between our houses,
I'm sure the other neighbors quickly figured out what was going on between
us.

I'd never been faced with "coming out" before, but it wasn't much of an
issue for us.  Not knowing the neighbors well, I couldn't be bothered
worrying about what they thought.  Jeremy had been out since 18 with his
family, who lived 100 miles away, and they were always cordial to me in the
few times we've been there for holiday and other events.  I think they were
just so happy that Jeremy had found a mature, stable partner -- a doctor,
no less -- that they gave little thought to my gender.  I quickly felt like
part of the family.

As for my own family of origin, there were hardly any left.  My parents had
been dead for several years.  I had a younger sister who was married and
lived far away.  She was the "free spirit" of the family, and we'd always
been close, so I had no hesitation about telling her about my new life with
Jeremy, and her husband had no issue about it either.

That left me with one uncomfortable situation that I didn't know what to do
about -- my brother Tim, the one who had intimidated me so much with his
naked, hard body when I was 12 years old.  How would I deal with him over
this situation?  After all these years, he still held a power over me that
I simply could not shake.


(To be continued.  Reader feedback has convinced to me take this story a
bit farther than originally planned.  Even if you've written to me before,
please keep your feedback coming -- it keeps me motivated.  Thanks!  Damian
at nvtahoeus.yahoo.com.)