Date: Sun, 31 Oct 2004 01:25:30 +0100 (BST)
From: Chaim <bchaimstory@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Me and my hairdresser

We are Dutch and did our best. We are a "writing couple", nothing more,
nothing less and both enjoyed writing for you this way. It is a true
story of one of us.

Our address is of Chaim, of course Paul will get a copy.

Legal things are a personal matter. Respect our copy right and this is
for 16+ only.

Comments and suggestions are always very welcome at:

bchaimstory@yahoo.co.uk

(We will answer them all!)

Vote for Your Gay Rights.

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Me and My Hairdresser

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I was around six my mother made me go to a hairdresser in the
neighbourhood.  I didn't like it, as most young boys do.

The hairdresser was friendly enough, a nice looking man, dark haired, a
little moustache, in his late thirties.

I think he liked me, because he was always getting extra attention from
him. Little attentions like a candy bar whenI was ready and a pat on my
back when I left the shop.

WhenI turned sevenI started to loose my baby fat and became a real boy,
slim, strong legs, round white butt.

I am red haired and have a pale skin and a freckled face. The attention
my hairdresser always gave me started to change.

Instead of giving me a pat on my back he would give me a slight pat on my
bottom at the moment I would climb from his chair.

He also started to rub his crotch against my elbow. I had my arms always
resting on the chair and his crotch would be in the exact same position
as my elbow. Believe me, I liked his attention.

I was strange enough even at this young age very interested in cock. I
took every chance I could get to see my father naked. Unlucky for me, he
never allowed me to touch it. I loved his big cock swigging between his
legs. I loved to get a shower from him.

I had a teen brother who is six years older than me. He had a very nice
cock too. He was twelve at the time.

I had the chance to see his cock almost every day, because we shared our
bedroom. I come to my adventures with him later.

My parents liked us to real Dutch boys and my mother sent me over nearly
every second week.

I got used to it and liked him.

The next appointment, my hairdresser rubbed his cock long enough against
my elbow to make it clear. I felt his boner.

I also remember that his voice changed a bit when he was rubbing his cock
against my elbow. It became a husky voice and his breathing became a
little faster. This went on for a few visits.

It was strange but not important for me. Yes, I admit I pressed sometimes
down on him, feeling his boner against me.

I almost enjoyed going to him. It was a nice play and I liked it. It
meantI could feel his manly cock against my elbow. We both got used to
our play.

After a few months, it was a hot summer, I went to have a haircut again.
I was wearing tight shorts and a white T shirt. My smooth naked legs were
sticking out my shorts, I had sandals on, no socks.

I sat down he laid his hand on my thigh.

Stroking my smooth boy legs he said, `Nice firm legs you got there, son.
I like them.'

Cutting my hair he would rub his cock more fiercely against my elbow. I
don't know ifI have a false memory here, but I remember his big man cock
harder than ever.

After finishing my hairhe asked me to have a Coke with him in the back
of his shop. I said, `Yes that's ok.'

We went to his little kitchen, he must use it as a room to relax. He
could have a small meal there at a kitchen table, there was a little
stove to cook water for his tea. That was about it. Pictures of nice teen
faces with the most exciting hair cuts covered the walls.

I sat down at the kitchen table and he took a chair and came sitting in
front of me, he was very close now.

His arms were leaning on his knees^Å slowly he changed position and his
hands touched my naked knees. Strange enough I trembled of excitement.

We talked a bit about what young boys do, the games I played with my
little friends, all very innocent.

He laid his flat strong hands on my smooth naked legs and stroke them
softly. He stroked up and down my legs and going up even my thighs.

Every time he would go a bit higher. He asked me,

`Do you like that, my boy?'

I said,

`Yes,'

Well little did I know what to expect. Every time his hands would end a
bit higher, nearer to my little boy cock. I felta strange feeling. My
boy cock was getting hard.

His fingers disappeared under edge of my shorts. It felt good. After a
while, he kept on stroking my naked legs, I felt his fingertips against
my underwear and he touched my little boy balls.

He suddenly said,

`I think you are a fine and cute boy!'

He asked softly,

`Can I see more of you, my boy?'

Ididn't know what to expect but said,

`Yes, you can.'

He stood up and took me under my armpits and lifted me on his table. He
took my shirt off and admired my smooth boy chest. He was kissing my
nipples and I liked that. It was a strange feeling.

I didn't care to become naked in front of him. He asked to lift my butt
when he pulled down my shorts.

I was sitting on the table showing him my briefs.

Now almost naked in front of him. He lifted my legs and took off my shoes
and after that he took off my shorts completely. I was now only in my
underwear and he smiled at me.

He pulled them down exposing my boy cock.

He had his hands around my ankles and slowly his hands moved upwards
again. Every inch he came higher, I felt more tension in my stomach.

I also felt my cock slowly rising. He came up to my little cock and it
was standing up to its full boy 2 inches, flat against my belly.

He took my little boy cock between his thumb and index finger and slowly
rolled back my foreskin.

Nobody touched me there before!

He slimed at me and moved his handsome head towards my little boy cock.
He took me in his mouth.

I was scared and was afraid he would bite it off! Soon I found out that
I liked what he did and my fears disappeared. This man wouldn't hurt me.

His hands cupped my white butt cheeks. He asked, `You want to see my
cock, son?.'

I said,

`Yes of course!'

This was my first real life chance I could see a grown man's cock. He
opened his pants and lowered them together with his underpants.

I saw, what I thought, a very huge cock, fully erect. He asked,

`You like to touch it?'

He made me sit on the side of the table and soI could touch his big
cock. He took my small hand and placed it around his beautiful and manly
cock. He moved my hand slowly moved it up and down on it. `You're doing
great boy, go on. That feels so good, my boy, do it.'

He took my little boy cock again between his fingers and did the same
with me. Not much happened with me, it didn't hurt and it gave me a
strange feeling. Soon he started to moan and groan.

I asked him, `Sorry, what did I wrong, I don't want to hurt you!'

He stroked my hair and panted, `Oh no, my boy, no, go on, please! You're
doing great.'

I did and stroked his hard cock with my little hand. After a short while
his lower body started to sway back and forth and he groaned again.
Suddenly he let out a strange cry of pleasure and he took my body in his
big arms.

A lot of white stuff gulped over my little hand still stroking his big
manly cock.

I felt an itchy feeling in my little balls and deep inside my belly. I
moved back from him and said, `Sorry, I can't have any more stroking.
It itch too bad.'

He stopped stroking my little member and smiled happy. He asked me. `You
liked what we did, my boy?'

I said, `Hmmm, yes, I did like it very much. It was strange but yes I
liked it!'

He told me that we could do it more often if I whished, really, but I
wasn't allowed to tell anybody, not even my best friends.

I swore thatI wouldn't. He helped me to put my clothes back on. He
kissed every part of my smooth body what disappeared again.

Back in his shop he gave me a big lollypop and slapped me friendly on my
butt as I left.

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Thanks, Chaim & Paul,

The Netherlands.

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