Date: 21 Feb 2001 22:39:11 -0800
From: Dave <davmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: My Barbar (Adult and Youth b/M)

WARNING: This story is a work of fiction that contains descriptions of
incest and explicit sexual acts between boys.  If this type of content
offends you, or you are under the age of 18, do not read it.  Please e-mail
me at davmay699@icqmail.com if you have suggestions for future chapters.  .

				 My Barber

     Being a 14 year-old teenager in 1955 was a time of new a exciting
music and flat top hair cuts with the hair on the sides combed back
(finders) into part on the back of the head called a DT (ducks Tail).  For
me to maintain this style requited a lot of work.  Being a true blonde my
hair is baby fine, so I had to use hair stiffeners to make the short hair
on top stand up and my hair had to be cut every two weeks.

     I had an out door-punching bag in the garage.  It was a large bad and
slow but you could hit it as hard as you wanted hit it.  I use to spend
hours working off my frustrations on that bag.  I never used gloves and I
would hit that bag until my knuckles would bleed.

     Michael was the barber on my way to school.  It was my regular pattern
to stop in every other Thursday afternoon to get my hair cut because
Thursday was a light practice and I wanted the hair looking good for Friday
night.  Mike was a Mexican of medium build.

     Mike had a small room in the back of the barbershop.  He had a day bed
to rest on a small fridge for food.  Well one day I was the last customer
for the day He said let me close up and show you what I've got in back.  I
said sure.

     He hung the closed sign and locked the door.  He swept up the hair
from the floor and cleaned up his tools.  When he was satisfied that the
shop was in order he led me into the back room.  He had mounted a speed bag
on the wall.  A speed bag is smaller than an outdoor bag.  It only has a
radius of eight inches or so.  The rim is a steel circle rather than wood.
It is so fast that you have to have both hands up and ready to jab it at
all times.  It takes some practice to learn the skill.  I was so use to my
bag that the speed bag was all over the place.  Mike stood behind me and
reached around me to show me how to hold my hand to use the bag.  I was
getting frustrated with it.  Mike said I could stop by after work anytime I
wanted to learn how to use the bag.  I thanked him and said that I would.

     As I was standing facing the bag Mike put his right hand on my right
pic and his left hand on my basket.  I was startled by his actions but it
felt good, so I just leaded into the bulge that I knew was in the front of
his pants.  Mike led me to the daybed and sat down on the edge.  He opened
my Levi 501's by pulling the top buttons apart and the others opened as the
flaps were pulled apart.  I never used a belt.  Before Mike pulled my
jockey shorts down he rubbed his nose all over the front, so he could
inhale my smell.  He took the front of the shorts down and my hard-on
flipped out stiff as a board.  He quickly put it into his mouth and started
sucking.  As excited as I was I shot my load of cum down his throat very
quickly.

     He stood up and undressed completely and invited me to do the same.
He laid on his side and invited me to join him.  He wanted kiss my body all
over and he never let go of my cock as he was doing it.  I had his 6" dark
meat in my hand too.  I was slowly jacking him off.  When I got another
hard-on, Mike turned around and straddled my head and went down on me.  I
knew what he wanted and sucked his dick into my mouth.  The feel of my
mouth on his cock almost made him cum.  He pulled it out for a second to
cool off.  A large drop of pre-cum was dripping from the head o his cock.
I reached up with my tongue to lick it off.  After that we settled into a
long 69.  We came in each other's mouths.  As I was cumming Mike stuck his
finger up my ass.  It felt so good I started pumping gobs of cum in his
mouth.

     Form that day for the next couple of years I stopped by Mike's shop
once or twice a week.  We had many afternoons of sucking and fucking each
other.  I had the best looking hair in school.

     I was to meet his nephew one day.


My Barber Chapter 2: Francisco (bb/M)

     I noticed that Mike's barbershop was closed for about a week, so the
first day I saw the barber poll turning on my way home I stopped to find
out what happened.

     Hi Mike!  What happened? I said.

     Hi Dave!  I had a family emergency; I had to make a fast trip to my
home village.  Hang around until I catch up here and I will tell you all
about it.

     So I found an empty chair and sat down.  I found an old issue of
Playboy and sat back until he finished his last two customers.

     It was too early to close up the shop, but he sat in his barber chair
to tell me about his trip south.  Mike told me that he got a message from
his sister that their son was such a problem that they wanted me to bring
him up to California to live with me.  When you get here we will explain
what is wrong.

     So I closed up shop and flew down on the first flight I could get.  I
grabbed a taxi and got to their home the next day.  My sister was in tears
when I got there.  Her husband was a quiet guy that was not to close to me
because he knows I'm gay.

     Rosa started telling me all about her oldest son, Francisco's problem.
Apparently he developed a desire for men at an early age.  By the time he
was 5 years old he was trying to get every man in the village to let him
play with their dicks.  He was becoming so aggressive that he was
soliciting men on the street.  His father is about to kill him.  So could
you take him to California and raise him?

     I had to think about that for a while.  She was asking me to take an 8
year- old into my home and raise him like he is my own child.  Then what
could I do about preventing him from getting in trouble with the law?  But
when I saw him I could not resist him.

     Francisco is a rather slim and small child for his age.  His black
hair hangs down his back past his shoulders.  His big brown eyes shine when
he smiles.

     I tell Rosa that I will go to the village and call a lawyer to see
what could be done.  The way we solved the problem was to have papers of
adoption drawn up.  I got a local judge to give me temporary custody of the
boy and got him a visa.

     I brought him home with me and have been getting him in a school and
everything.  I bought him a complete wardrobe the other day.  And fixed up
my guestroom as his bedroom.

     To go to school we put his hair in a ponytail and a leather sweatband
because he did not want to cut his hair.  We told the school that he was a
Mescalro Apache Indian and it was a tribal thing that men do not cut their
hair short.

     So far school has not been a problem.  His English has been improving
fast.  So why don't you come back after 5 p.m. to meet my new son.

     So I jumped on my bicycle and went home to drop off my books and grab
a bite to eat.  I asked my Mom if I could go to the movies tonight.  I knew
that as long as I didn't ask for money she would let me go.

     Just before 5 p.m. I was back at the barbershop and I locked my bike
behind the shop.  I went around to the front and entered the shop.  Mike
was sweeping up the hair from the last customer and cleaning his tools.  I
sat in the barber's chair and asked about Francisco.

     Mike called out Fran come out here and met my friend Dave.

     The curtain parted and this young boy came out.  His hair was
shinning; it was very thick and straight.  If it were not for the way he
was dressed he looked like an adorable little girl.

     Mike told him that I was a special friend that he could play with when
we were alone.

     Fran walked over to the chair and took my right hand and shook it as
he put his left hand on the bulge of my Levi's.  He leaned close and kissed
me.

     Mike told him to at least take him in back first.

     So the three of us went into the back room.  We got Pepsi's out of the
Fridge.  And sat on the cot to drink them.  Mike told Fran that he could do
his act for me.

     Fran went to a small table and began putting on makeup.  Just a
little.  But the result was startling.  He looked like a young girl.  When
he undressed he pulled his dick and scrotum between his legs and tucked
them tightly between the crack of his ass.  At eight his pubis was still as
smooth as a baby's butt.  Standing there like that he did look just like a
girl and a damned cute one at that.

     He walked back to the cot and knelt in front of me and started
removing my pants and shoes.  I pulled my tee shirt over my head and
watched Mike remove his clothes.  Then I lifted my ass up enough for Fran
to pull my pants and jockey shorts off my legs.

     That done Fran masturbated me until my dick was hard.  Then he took it
in his mouth and started sucking me.  For such a young boy he was sure good
at sucking dick.  I was lying back resting my back on the wall and watching
Mike as he lifted Fran up by the hips.

     Mike got a jar of Vaseline and lubed his dick up good.  Then he put a
generous amount into Fran's asshole.  Then he approached him and gently
inserted his dick in Fran's ass.

     Fran was making satisfied moans as he sucks me.  I was getting so
excited watching Mike that I just started pumping cum into Fran's mouth.
When I was finished he drank it all sucked on my scrotum until Mike came in
his ass.

     When we had rested we changed places.  Mike sat on the bed while Fran
sucked him and I fucked Fran.  We showered off after we were finished.  I
went home.

     Fran worked in the barbershop for years.  He would come in after work
to sweep up and clean the bathroom and the shop.  He was not happy being a
boy.  Mike met a doctor that was of help in that matter.

     In 1955 Christen Jorgenson had just gone to Denmark for a sex change
and was fighting to change his US passport to reflect that he was now a
she.

     After talking to him for a longtime the doctor told mike that if it
were all right with him that he would do something that could get him in
trouble if anyone ever found out about it.

     What are you talking about?

     I'm talking about giving Francisco regular estrogen shots for the rest
of his life.  This will physically prevent him from developing male
characteristics.  He will develop like a woman.

     Francisco's story will have to go into the Transvestite section from
here.


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