Date: Tue, 3 Jan 2012 09:05:34 +0000 (GMT)
From: penny cox <pennycox694@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Getting my Hair Cut    Part 2

Three or four weeks had passed since Peters' last haircut. "When are you
going to get your hair cut Peter? said Mum "that hairdresser made such a
nice job of it last time. Will you go back to him again"?  "Yes Mum" I said
"I thought I'd call in on my way home from school tomorrow, about
4.00". That night in bed, dressed in Mums underwear, I had a lovely wank,
thinking about Stan rubbing up against me in the chair.

Just after 4.00 the next day, Peter was approaching Stans' shop. Stan had
one customer in the chair and no-one else waiting. Peter opened the
door. "Hello Peter" Stan said, smiling at him. "Take a seat, I'll be done
in a minute". Peter sat down and picked up a magazine, but kept glancing
over at Stan, who was leaning against the person in the chair. Peter eased
himself a little further along the seat, until he could just see in the
mirror, under the counter. Wow, the man had his cock out and was openly
wanking himself off under the gown. Seconds later Peter saw a tissue being
wrapped around the helmet and watched as the man jerked and emptied
himself. "There we are Mr Smith" Stan said "I think we're all done". Peter
watched as the gown was pulled away, while the man was still zipping
himself up. "Thank you Stan" said the man, standing up and throwing the
tissue in the bin. Some money changed hands and the man left, glancing over
at Peter. "You're next" he said winking.

After the man had closed the door, Stan waited a while, then locked it and
pulled down the blinds. "Hello Peter" he whispered. Peter got up and walked
over to the chair, stopping beside Stan. Peters arm slipped around Stans
waist, and he rested his head on Stans shoulder. "Have you been looking
forward to your visit Peter" I just nodded. lifting my head a little, to
kiss Stan on the cheek. "Get in the chair Peter" he said "we'll start the
haircut. You'd look lovely with a more girlie haircut Peter, what do you
think"? Again I just nodded and walked round beside the chair, bending down
to pick the damp tissues from the bin. I climbed into the chair, and held
the tissues up to my nose. "Does that smell nice Peter"? he asked, swinging
the gown over me. I nodded, and began to undo my trousers, pushing them
down onto my thighs. They fell down and finished up around my ankles, on
the foot-rest. As I sat there in my panties, Stan leant against me, rubbing
himself against my hand, as he started to cut my hair. He dampened my hair
with a water spray, and began cutting. Seconds later there was a knock at
the door. Stan pulled up the blind, and saw the man who had just
left. Opening the door I heard Stan ask "What do you want"? to which the
man said "Is the young boy a special customer"? I saw Stan nod in
agreement. "Can I please come in and watch, I won't say a word, just sit in
the corner" he whispered "you won't know I'm there,............Please"?

Stan turned and whispered "Can Mr Smith come in Peter, he's ok, and won't
say anything............well"? he said. I thought for a moment, then
nodded. Mr Smith slipped in and Stan locked up and pulled the blind. I
watched in the mirror as Mr Smith sat on the long bench seat, in a position
where I knew he could see under the gown. I pushed the foot rest backwards
a little and heard my trousers fall to the floor. I opened my legs to let
Mr Smith have a good look at my panties, but he seemed to be having trouble
seeing from there. Stan moved up beside me, and I whispered "I don't think
that he can see from there" Stan looked round and nodded. "Fetch that stool
Mr Smith and move a little nearer" Stan said pointing to a stool by the
wall. I watched as Mr Smith picked up the stool and positioned it on the
other side of the chair from Stan, not 3 or 4 feet from me. When Mr Smith
was comfortable, I whispered "Can you see ok from there Mr Smith"? He
looked up at me and smiled, saying "Yes thankyou", before looking into the
mirror again. Once again I opened my legs, and began to rub the front of my
panties with one hand while lifting the tissues up to my nose again with
the other.

"You see that Mr Smith"? Stan said across the chair "Peter just loves the
smell of your cum. What a pity you got rid of it so soon, maybe Peter could
have helped you, eh Peter"? I looked up at Stan who was smiling, then down
at Mr Smith. "If only I'd been 10 minutes earlier" I blurted out, "Perhaps
I could have helped you" I couldn't believe I'd just said that. Mr Smith
looked up at me. "Really"? he asked. I nodded and smiled down at him. "You
two should make and appointment together in future" whispered Stan "What do
you think"? Mr Smith and I both nodded. Slowly, under the gown, I began to
wriggle and ease my panties down, to my thights, then knees, then they
floated to the floor. Mr Smith quickly got up, and reached forward,
grabbing my panties and lifted them to his face. "Peter's got a bra on as
well" said Stan, feeling the front of my jumper to make sure. "Peter looks
good in sexy underwear, would you like to see"? I looked down at Mr
Smith. He was nodding and rubbing my panties all over his face. The gown
was taken off and Stan whispered "Come on Peter, take that jumper off and
show Mr Smith how nice you look in your frilly bra.

I obeyed and eased my jumper off. Stan took it and folded it up, as I sat
there in a pink lacey bra and matching frilly camisole top. "What do you
think of Peter, Mr Smith. Come and have a look". As Mr Smith got up, I made
sure I had both hands on the arms of the chair. Just as well as Stan leant
against me straight away, rubbing himself to and fro. Mr Smith stood a foot
away, looking down at me. "Oh Yes, he does look nice," leaning towards me
to get a better look down between my legs. I looked up at Stan. He smiled
and whispered very softly "Give him a little cuddle, bring him closer so he
can have a better look". I don't think Mr Smith heard that, because he
jumped when I slipped an arm around his bottom. I could feel the outline of
his underpants and wondered what he'd look like in them. "Don't be
frightened Mr Smith " said Stan "Come closer and let Peter give you a
cuddle". He stepped up to the arm of the chair, with my arm still around
his bottom, and my eyes firmly fixed on the bulge in his trousers.

"Doesn't seem fair Peter, you sitting there in just your underwear, while
me and Mr Smith are still fully dressed. Would you like us both to undress
to our undies, because you like seeing men in their underwear, don't you
Peter"? I nodded, blurting out a nervous "Well, Yes I do" "You first then
Mr Smith" Stan suggested. Mr Smith handed me my panties to hold, while he
walked back to the bench seat. I watched in the mirror while he took off
his jacket, and started to ondo his shirt. That was soon on top of the
jacket, and the shooes and socks came off next. Then I watched as he undid
his trousers, and let then fall to the floor. WOW, more Y-fronts, but this
time white ones. He bent down, picked up the trousers, and was soon beside
me at the chair. I hadn';t seen a hairy chest before, but soon had my arm
around him, cupping a cheek in my hand, as my other ran up and down his
chest, through the thick hair. I hadn't noticed Stan slipping his clothes
off, but very soon he was standing at the other side of the chair in his
navy blue y-fronts. I slipped my other arm around Stans waist and started
to carress his bottom cheeks.

"Aren't I good to you Peter"? Stan whispered "A free haircut and two men
who are happy to undress, and do anything for you. I think that deserves a
kiss, don't you"? I nodded and Stan bent forward and kissed me briefly on
the lips, 2, 3, 4 times. "Isn't he lucky Mr Smith"? I looked up at Mr
Smith, as my hidden hand was slipping up under the leg of his underpants,
and carressing his bare bottom cheek. "Peter wants to be kissed, don't you
Peter"? Stan asked., I nodded and fondled Mr Smiths bottom, moving my hand
across the gap to the other cheek. Mr Smith leant forward and pecked me on
the lips a couple of times, then twice more. I took my hand from around
Stans waist and cupped it over the front of Mr Smiths pants. I felt him
jump with the shock, but then felt his tongue against my lips. As his
tongue slipped into my mouth, I gripped his cock through the material, and
started to wank him. Oh, he had a nice thick cock, and I wanted to see
it. "That's it Mr Smith" I heard Stan whisper "Peter likes you, he likes
you a lot. And you like him don't you"? Between kisses Mr Smith
grunted. "Time to take your pants off Mr Smith, and let Peter see what in
there. You'd like that Peter, wouldn't you"? As the next kiss ended I
whispered into Mr Smiths ear "Yes, I'd like that a lot" and sat upright,
waiting.

Slowly, Mr Smith hooked his fingers in the waistband of his pants and
started to tug. They began to move but them got stuck on his stiff, thick
erection. I reached out and helped by pulling the front portion
outwards. Suddenly his cock sprang out,. It was quite short, but very
thick, and surrounded by masses of curly hair. It looked gorgeous. "Go on
Peter, take hold of it for Mr Smith" sighed Stan. I obeyed, and wrapped my
fingers around it. It felt so good to hold, and automatically I started to
wank it, just like I did 4 weeks ago for Stan. "Is that nice Mr Smith"?
Stan asked. I looked up and saw him nodding. I looked down and saw clear
juices ouzing out of the tip, as I wanked it gently. "I expect Mr Smith
would like you to kiss it for him Peter, Wouldn't you Mr Smith"? I looked
up and saw him nodding again. "Go on Peter, lean over and give it a
kiss. Kiss and lick that big helmet for Mr Smith, he wants you to. Go on"
Although I had never done anything like this before, I had heard of it.It
was something girls did for boys, and something inside me was telling me
that it was my duty as a "Girl" to do it. I leant over, still wanking it,
and put my tongue out, licking up some of the claer juices. It didn't taste
nasty, so I did it again, and again. "Thats it Peter" I heard Stan say "Now
kiss it, put your lips over the end and kiss it, sucking in some of those
juices. Do it Peter, do it for your new friend."

As I was licking some more juices, I felt a hand cupping itself over the
back of my head. I didn't know whose it was, but it was pushing me
downwards, onto my friends helmet. I tried to resist, pushing back against
it, but it wouldn't let me go. After what seemd ages, I gave in and began
to part my lips. Suddenly I had half of his helmet in my mouth. I felt so
big. I had to open my mouth wider and wider, just to let him get the helmet
in. Then the pressure lifted, and I was able to lift my head slightly, my
lips making a noisey slurping sound as they broke free of Mr Smiths juice
covered helmet for a second. Then the pressure was back and the helmet
slipped easily back into my mouth. This patern was repeated, and soon my
lips were making regular slurping sounds, as they slid up and down over the
beautiful helmet. It didn't take long to get used to the idea, and I found
the pressure on my head was making me take more of his shaft into my
mouth. My lips could clearly feel the ridge at the base of his helmet. The
whole helmet was in my mouth now, and it felt quite a natural feeling. A
little bit more shaft was in my mouth, and soon my nose was being buried in
the mass of hair at the base of Mr Smiths cock. Strangely, I didn't feel
like I was doing anything dirty, or wrong , or unatural. Sitting naked in
the barbers chair, having a man I didn't know, push his cock into my mouth,
and then ease it in and out, making loud slurping noises with my lips, all
seemed normal. My eyes were open, watching that mass of hair moving to and
fro.

"Why don't you hold onto Mr Smiths bottom cheeks Peter. You'll be able to
feel his thrusts as he makes love to your mouth" Stan whispered in my
ear. I slipped my arms around his bottom, cupping one hand over each
cheek. Sure enough, I could feel his bottom muscles clenching as he pushed
his cock fully into my mouth, and relaxing as he let it slip out. I wasn't
aware of it, but there was no pressure on the back of my head now, just me
sucking off Mr Smith, while he and Stan watched. I'd lost all track of
time. I was bobbing my head like an old pro, but becoming aware of some
moaning. Suddenly I saw Stans head out of the corner of my eye. He was
right beside me. "Mr Smith really loves you Peter, for doing that for
him. He never wants you to stop, ok. Tell Peter how much you love him Mr
Smith, go on, it'll make him feel nice and warm.  It's not every day you
have your cock inside a young boys mouth".

"Oh Peter" I heard Mr Smith wheeze " I do love you for doing this for
me. And to prove it, I don't want to do it in a tissue, I want to do it in
your mouth. Please let me prove my love by cuming in your mouth, spurting
my liquid love into your mouth. Oh please Peter, I want to prove it to you,
and very soon." I dug my fingers in between his cheeks of his bottom and
pulled him towards me, like a sign. I felt his bottom muscles clench even
tighter, his thrusts sending the bushy mass of hair right over my nose, his
cock even deeper into my mouth. Then 2 or 3 bigger, slower thrusts, keeping
his cock in my mouth for longer, followed by several more, each one pushing
my head backwards with the force. Then..........................the first
of 4 or 5 big, powerful spurts of cum. I felt each one, sending cum to the
back of my throat. Then the taste.............just like the smell on that
tissue a few minutes ago..............oh it was liquid heaven. I kept on
bobbing and swallowing.

When I eventually pulled away from Mr Smith, I saw 3 or 4 glistening
strands of cum joining his helmet to my lips, which broke as I sat upright.
"Oh thank you so much Peter" he said, puting his arms around me and
cuddling me to him. I glanced in the mirror and saw Stan standing on the
other side of the chair, naked and wanking himself furiously."Oh Stan" I
whispered "I'll do that for you" Breaking free from Mr Smith, I turned
towards Stan, and soon felt his free hand round the back of my head,
pulling me towards his gorgeous cock. How could I refuse. I opened my mouth
and slipped it over Stans large helmet, and along towards his mass of hair,
then starting to bob my head. "Oh darling Peter" I heard Stan gasp "Do it
to me, please, please Peter" I felt a hand groping my boy-cock. It must be
Mr Smith, Soon it was wanking me off, as I was getting into a heavenly
cock-suckers rythm.

A minute or two of heaven, then Oh,Oh,Oh. Lots of huge spurts of cum
erupted inside my mouth. Once again I slipped my arms around Stan and
cupped one bottom cheek in each hand, and pulled him fully to me, making
sure that he couldn't pull away, and I made certain that I had all his love
juice in my mouth. "Look Stan" Mr Smith shouted "Peters cuming, OOooohhh
it's all over my hand" I began to pull away from Stan, and sat upright.
Stans cock was still nice and hard, but as I glanced over at Mr Smiths, it
was all soft and small. Looking down into my own lap, I saw Mr Smiths hand
covered in beads of cum, my cum. He wiped it off with my panties, and then
we all settled down as Stan finished my haircut.

I got off the chair and pulled on my panties. Mr Smith was sitting on the
bench seat watching me, still completely naked. I wanted to do it again for
him, but time was getting on and I had to get home before my mum. There was
pantie rinsing to do.

End Of Part 2