Date: Tue, 11 May 1999 08:10:21 PDT
From: randy boy <randyboy26@hotmail.com>
Subject: Barbershop Boy

BARBERSHOP BOY - by Randyboy

A lot of my friends have started going to hair salons to get more
complicated hairstyles, but I still like going to the barbershop in my
neighborhood.  Partly this is because I like my haircuts simple--sort of
chopped off short--partly because it costs a lot less, and partly because of
the hunky barber who's been giving me jackoff fantasy material since I was
13.  His name is Dan, and he's in his late thirties, but he's really solid
with sexy hands, a square jaw and a rich, deep voice.  I always get a tingle
when he runs his hands through my hair and says "what'll it be today?"

Dan and I often talk about what I'm up to at school--I'm 18 and just about
to graduate high school.  He has a son, Jeff, who I've never met, but Dan is
always telling me he thinks we'd like each other.  I gather from the way he
talks that sometimes Jeff helps him out at the shop, but I've still never
managed to be there at the right time.  Jeff goes to the Catholic school in
the next town.

Today was different, though, and I could sense something the minute I walked
throught the door to the shop.  I had had soccer practice that afternoon, so
I'd had to come to the shop late--it looked like I would be the last
customer of the day.  There was no one there but Dan, and a beautiful boy
who I took to be his son Jeff, sweeping up in the far corner.  He looked to
be about 17 or 18; he wore jeans and a t-shirt and had a surprising mess of
dark, shaggy hair.  I could see his tiny nipples through his t-shirt, and
his baggy jeans hung off his slender hips in a way that made me want to rip
them off.

"What'll it be today, Randy?"

Dan startled me from my fantasizing, and I could feel the blood rush to my
face as I realized I'd been thinking about his son that way. I wondered if
he'd seen me look at him as I hopped up into the chair.  Dan put the nylon
apron over me, and tucked it under the collar of my umbro soccer shirt,
finally resting his hands on my shoulders.

"Same as usual," I said.  Then, after a brief pause, I asked:  "Is that
Jeff?"

"Oh, that's right, you two have never met, have you?  Hey Jeff!  C'mon over
here and meet our good friend Randy."  Jeff leaned his broom against the
wall and loped across the floor to us.  I have no idea how his pants stayed
on!

"Hi."  His smile almost made me fall out of the chair:  his lips were
luscious and his dimples killed me.  I had this image of his smooth face
covered with my cum (I'm a nasty boy) as I shook his warm hand.

"Dad, can I be done yet?"

"Well, I guess so, but there's no place to go until I'm done with Randy
here.  You could read one of those magazines if you want."

Dan had said this with a wink, as there was a stack of pornos on the table
for the guys to check out while they waited.  Jeff happily chose a couple,
and sat down in one of the chairs behind me; I could still see him in the
mirror.  His dad went to work on my hair, and I could see that Jeff was VERY
interested in the material he was looking at.  Very soon his hand was on his
crotch (I guess he didn't figure we could see him, since he was behind us),
stroking his growing hard-on through the fabric.  I was staring at him in
the mirror, and then I looked up and saw Dan watching me watch his son.  He
smiled a little smile and kept working.  By now my young cock was straining
in the confines of my briefs, but the thin fabric of my soccer shorts was
not enough to hide it totally.  Even through the smock, it made a tent that
was plainly visible to Dan.

Suddenly he "dropped" his scissors in my lap, and reached to get them,
pausing for a moment to brush my stiff young dick through the nylon smock.
I must have moaned, because he was soon grabbing it tighter with his right
hand, reaching up to pinch my tender and very sensitive nipples with his
left.  I couldn't believe this was happening; ever since I could cum I'd
been fantasizing about Dan's hands all over me in his barber chair. I
wondered if Jeff could see.

I looked in the mirror to see Jeff back there with his boycock in his hand,
and his shirt off!  He'd gotten busy awfully fast!  The sight of his pink
hard cock, about six inches with soft brown hair around it, in that boy's
hand was enough to drive me wild, and to make me lose some of my
inhibitions.  While his dad continued to stroke my cock through the smock, I
asked him if he thought his horny son would like to join.  Dan whispered
hotly in my ear:  "I think he'd like that."  I called out hoarsely to Jeff
to come over.

He didn't hesitate.  He came right over and stood next to me, rubbing his
boymeat on my face, letting me lick it, while he rubbed his chest and
stomach.  He was smiling at me; I could tell he wanted me to suck it, but
instead I grabbed the waistband of his underwear with my teeth and pulled
them back up over his dick.  I started to lick and suck through the fabric,
while I pulled him closer to me, playing with his delicious nipples and
tugging at his young armpit hair.  That drove him wild.

At that moment, Dan ripped the smock off of me.  "Take your shirt off," he
said.  I did as I was told.  "Now get down there and suck him," he told
Jeff, who was eager to obey.  The kid got down on his knees and buried his
cute face in my nylon soccer shorts, his tongue working the fabric until it
was soaked with his sweet spit.  I could see him tugging on his young cock
with his other hand.  His dad had also removed his shirt to reveal a
surprisingly smooth, hard torso. "Work my nipples, boy," he said.  I bit
down on his left nipple, and twisted the right with my fingers.  With my
other hand I was working his manmeat through his cotton workpants, but I
wanted to taste his pole, to lick the sweat from his balls while his hot son
sucked me off through my shorts.  I wanted to taste that hot cum.

I unbuttoned the barber's fly and let his pants fall to his knees.  His
prick was standing straight up and the shiny head was peeking out of the top
of the waistband of his briefs.  I put my young tongue out to taste the
salty ooze at the end of his dick, all the while enjoying the sensations of
Jeff's hot mouth working my boycock through my shorts.  I pulled Dan's cock
out--it was fucking huge.  It had to be 9 inches and thick, with a big head
that was slippery with precum.  I cupped his cum-filled balls in my hand
while I continued to slurp on the head, and then I sucked the whole rod down
my teen throat.  "Aww, yeah, boy, that feels fucking hot.  You like getting
your cock worked on by my boy?  You want to cum on his young face while I
cum down your throat, boy?"

"Yes! Aww, yeah!" I yelled.  My dick was nearing it's limit, I could tell I
was about to shoot through my shorts into this boy's mouth.  I wanted to
taste his dad's cum first, and I didn't have long to wait.  Dan started
groaning and talking faster at me:

"Fuck, boy!  Your mouth feels so fucking hot.  Yeah, Randy--you're gonna get
that mouth filled up by my sweet hot load.  Fuck, yeah, I'm gonna shoot,
boy.  Get ready for my cum... Yeah, oh yeah, fuck...I'm gonna cum, boy!
Ungh! Arrh!  Ohh..."

Dan then shot a hot thick creamy load in my mouth, I could feel it hitting
the roof of my mouth and sliding down my throat.  It tasted so great, a
little salty but it was the first load I'd tasted and it got me really hot.
Dan pulled out and shot more of his sticky cum all over my smooth young
chest.  That sent me over, and I could tell I was going to cum, too.

Jeff was still liking and massaging my boymeat while kneeling on the floor.
I could see his lips and his hot tongue, moist with his spit, working my
cotton briefs--by now they were totally soaked.  His hands were rubbing my
legs in the nylon soccer shorts, and his dad was roughly rubbing his cum
into the skin of my smooth young chest, playing with my hard nipples and
biting my ears.

"Oh, man, Jeff, that feels so good.  Fuck, guys, I'm gonna cum, too.  Yeah,
I'm gonna cum in my shorts, Jeff.  You wanna suck my cum out of me through
my shorts?  Wanna lick the cum off my dick, man? Yeah, I'm getting ready to
cum... Oh, fuck --yeah, I'm...ungh...Ungh!  Ahh!"

I shot a thick wad into my shorts, which oozed through the white fabric for
cute Jeff to lick up.  I felt like I just kept cumming, spurt after spurt of
hot white jism, it must've tasted sweet because Jeff wouldn't stop his
sucking.  Fuck, that boy had a hot mouth.

I'd must have lost my senses for a moment while I was cumming, because when
I opened my eyes again I saw Jeff standing up and bending over me.  He began
to lick his Dad's cum off of my chest, his young wet tongue was so soft and
hot, I just moaned.  The boy's Dad moved around behind him, meanwhile, and I
knew he was going to fuck him.  I grabbed Jeff's beautiful face and raised
it to my lips so I could kiss him while his Dad slid his thick pole in his
ass.  Jeff's breath got heavier and I could hear him whimper a little as his
tender hole was stuffed with cock.  He pulled his face away from me and
looked me in the eyes--he had the biggest smile on his cute face!

While looking at me, Jeff said: "Yeah, that feels good.  That's right, Dad,
fuck me.  I want to make you feel good, wanna make my hole nice and tight
for you.  I love the way your cock feels in my butt, Dad.  I love getting
fucked by you."

I couldn't believe it!  This beautiful boy was getting fucked by his hot Dad
right over me; I could feel his hard boycock rubbing against my crotch as
his Dad pumped his dick into him.  Dan's hands were reaching around to pinch
the boy's nipples; Jeff was eager to continue licking me clean of his Dad's
jism; all three of us were moaning and I was already hard again, starting to
buck my hips back up against the stiff young cock above me.

Jeff began to moan in earnest, soon his breathing became too heavy for him
to continue lapping the cum off my chest.  He raised his face again to look
my in the eye and said, "Fuck me Dad.  Yeah, fuck me hard--You're gonna make
me cum, gonna shoot all over this boy!  Yeah!  Fill me with your cum, Dad,
while I cover this boy with my hot spunk!"  Then, in a whisper, only to me:
"I'm gonna cum now."

With that, Jeff stood up enough for me to see his boycock erupt over mine,
covering my shorts and my stomach with sticky kid-cum.  The milky white jism
sprayed out of the end of his young dick; the hot liquid felt so good on my
naked skin.  His face was in ecstasy, and he kept his eyes open and smiled
all the way.  This boy was so fucking hot, I came again without anyone at
all touching my prick.  The cum just bubbled out and through the already
soaked fabric, and Jeff just lowered his cock and balls onto my crotch so
our sweet boyjuices could mingle.

Dan was still pumping the kid.  "Yeah, boy.  Nice, hot hole.  Yeah, Daddy's
gonna fill you up, boy.  Gonna cum.  Two hot boys.  Yeah, gonna cum again
for you boys.  Ungh!  Oh, yeah!  Aarrgh!  Yeah!"  Jeff's eyes opened wide as
he felt his Dad's thick spurts of cum in his young ass.  He gave me another
kiss as Dan pulled his cock out; the three of us stayed collapsed in the
barber chair for a while, our arms wrapped around each other, spent.

The next time I go to get my haircut, I'll be sure to get the last
appointment of the day!

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