Date: Wed, 19 May 1999 13:42:57 PDT
From: randy boy <randyboy26@hotmail.com>
Subject: Re: Barbershop Boy - 2

This is the second installment of Barbershop Boy (I'd suggest reading the
first one first--go ahead, it's a lot shorter, and part II will be here when
you get back).  Thanks to everyone who gave me ideas and encouragement!
Enjoy.


BARBERSHOP BOY (part 2) - By Randyboy

I didn't tell anyone about my last wild encounter with Dan the barber and
his hot son, Jeff.  I couldn't.  Instead, I remained in a state of perpetual
arousal, jacking off constantly, waiting in agony during the two weeks
between haircuts.  I kept picturing the glazed look in Jeff's smiling eyes
as he talked dirty to me while his Dad fucked him.  He looked so happy and
turned on; I wanted to know what it felt like to have Dan's thick meat
sliding in and out of my own tight virgin hole.  I needed to feel the hot
blasts of cum up my boy-butt, to see the barber's big frame over me, pumping
me, using my ass to get off.

Those were the longest two weeks of my life.  But then, it was time to call
for an "appointment."

My young dick was already hard, and my hands were shaking as I heard the
phone ringing.  "Hello, Dan's Barbershop."

"Dan?  It's me, Randy.  I--I need to um... get my haircut."

"This is Jeff, Randy.  Let me get my dad--see you later?"

"Yeah, I hope so," I said.  The boy's friendly voice gave my cock a tingle,
and I hoped he'd be there later, too.

Dan picked up the phone:  "Randy?  Geez, buddy, it seems like forever since
I had you in my chair.  When do you want to come?"  The deep vibration of
his voice tickled my ear.  I plunged my left hand into my loose jeans and
grabbed my stiff prick.

"I'd like to come as soon as you can take me.  Is tonight possible?"

"I should be able to squeeze in---I mean... squeeze YOU in, say at 6:45?"

"Cool.  I'll be there."

"Hey, listen, Randy---after I'm done working on you, maybe you'd like to
hang around for a steak dinner?  It'll just be the three of us:  you, me,
and Jeff."

"Sounds great, and I should be really hungry by then!"

"Don't worry.  There's more than enough meat here; I promise you'll be
stuffed.  See you tonight."  I heard the phone click, and I let my pants
fall to the floor.  Just a few quick tugs on my teen cock and I felt the
ticklish burning of my orgasm overtake me.  Waves of pleasure pounded in my
crotch as my young balls let loose a creamy white load, all over my black
phone.  My hand was covered in jism and my room smelled like spunk; I
collapsed onto my bed for a little nap before my haircut... I knew I'd need
the energy.

WHEN I WOKE UP, I looked at my clock and felt my heart sink to the bottom of
my stomach:  it was 6:40!  Shit!  I quickly pulled my jeans back up, slipped
on my sneaks and hopped on my bike for the 15 minute ride... it was nearly
7:00 by the time I got to Dan's shop.  The pole out front had been turned
off, and the door was locked.  The lights were still on inside, so I knocked
timidly.  After a heart-stopping pause--what if they'd gone home?--Dan
emerged from the back and opened the door.

"I thought maybe you'd changed your mind," he said.

"Dan, I'm so sorry.  I fell asleep, and when I woke up it was--"

"--not another word.  Let's just get started."  His voice was cool, but not
really angry, authoritative but paternal.  I was already out of breath from
the ride, and covered with a thin sheen of teen sweat, and the tone of Dan's
voice made me feel almost faint.  I made my way to the chair, glad to sit
down.  I cleared my throat and tried to catch my breath.

"Do you need something to drink, Randy?" He asked.  I nodded shyly.  "Hey
Jeff, can you bring us out one of those beers?"

Jeff emerged from the back room, just as beautiful as I'd remembered him,
and wearing only a pair of grey sweats.  His long, lean, smooth upper body
moved gracefully toward us, his friendly, open smile revived me.  "Hey,
Randy." he said.  "Is this for you?"

I was looking at the bulge in his crotch.  "God, I hope so!" I answered.  He
handed me the beer, and as I started to drink, he ran his hand through my
hair.

"Not too long, huh Dad?  Shouldn't take too long."

"No Jeff," the barber answered. "We should be done here pretty quickly.  So
don't go too far!"

Time seemed to slow as Dan and I watched the boy glide across the floor, the
way his little butt moved beneath his sweats and the way his broad shoulders
swayed.  I remembered Dan fucking that young, smooth ass and the look on
both their faces:  Dan's ecstatic contortions and Jeff's energetic,
blissfully fun smile.  I wanted to fuck him, too, to feel his slick, hot
hole around my hard prick.  I wanted to jerk his young meat while I fucked
him, and feel his sticky boycum fill my pumping fist.

Then the hot teen disappeared again into the darkness of the back room.

"Well, Randy--what'll it be today?"  Dan startled me out of my fantasy.

"Um... I guess the same as last time?"

"Really, Randy?  Are you sure you don't want to try something a little
different?  Would you trust me if I wanted to try out something new?  If you
don't like it once I start, just tell me to stop and I'll go right back to
what we've always done.  That sound OK?"

"Sure, OK."

"OK, Randy.  Now just relax and I'll get to work."  With a sigh, I watched
as Dan began to cut my hair; I noticed that it was a little shorter than
normal in most places, but a little longer in the front.  He was done pretty
quickly, and when he pulled the smock off of me I was suddenly scared that
he was done with me, and that I'd have to leave.

"So do you like your new look?"

"Yeah, I guess so, sure. Thanks."

"That's how I cut Jeff's hair now, and it sure comes in handy."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Be patient and you'll see."

"Ok, but---" my talking was stopped by Dan's mouth, which suddenly covered
my own.  The roughness of his day-old beard and the sweet heat of his breath
made the blood rush to my cock, which felt jolted to life by the electicity
of his kiss.  I could hardly breathe as his tongue probed my mouth, softly
licking my teeth and tongue at first, and then invading me more deeply,
boring insistently past my tender young lips.  His hands were massaging my
pecs through my t-shirt, toying with my hardening nipples, squeezing my
shoulder muscles, and all this time he continued to kiss me.  I reached out
with my own hands to pull his face even closer to mine, and felt his
shoulders through the stiff blue cotton shirt.  My hands went to the buttons
in front, and I started to undo them, but Dan pushed me back in the chair
and pulled roughly away from my mouth.  His eyes bored through me.

"Let me do that," he said.  He unbuttoned the rest, and then slid the shirt
off his tan and slightly hairy torso.  His abs were like granite, and had
just a dusting of golden hair, bleached from the sun.  His nipples were
enough for a meal--big, round and juicy--and their erection showed his
growing excitement.  "Now you," he said. "Take yours off now."

Still sitting in the chair, I peeled off my t-shirt eagerly and let it fall
to the floor.  While my hands were up over my head, Dan grabbed my wrists
with his left hand and held them together, using his right to rub the
youthfully smooth skin of my body.  He gently tugged the hairs of my
armpits, covering me with goosebumps.  He kissed me again, even harder this
time, and his right hand slid easily into my baggy jeans and under my briefs
to grab onto my throbbing and already slippery knob.  He used his thumb to
rub the precum around the head and I moaned with delight.  Then his hand
plunged even further down to cup my teenage balls, rolling them around so
that the line between pleasure and pain was blurred.  I was at his mercy,
and I liked it.

Suddenly he squeezed my sensitive balls and held them, so that I arched my
back in the chair, gasping with the unfamiliar and unexpected pain.

"That's a nice pair of nuts you got there, boy," Dan said.  "Feels like
they're full o' cum, too, just like mine."  With that he released my balls
and my wrists, and dropped his pants and boxers with one swift, practiced
movement.  His cock was more beautiful and mouthwatering than I'd
remembered, and I instinctively leaned over to my right to get closer to it.
  I inhaled the musky scent, and my head started to spin.

"You want another taste, don't you, boy?  Wanna suck on this big prick of
mine?"  I could only look up at him and nod; I was speechless with desire.
"Yeah, that's it.  Let me feel that hot young tongue of yours on my dick.
Get it nice and wet for me so it'll feel real good when I slide it up your
hole."

While I sucked on his pole, I could feel Dan working on my jeans, trying to
get them off.  He lifted my legs and pulled them off me, so that I was now
completely naked in the barber chair.  My boycock was pointing straight up
and was as hard as it'd ever been.  I was sure that one touch from Dan would
make me shoot my load, but I didn't want to cum yet--we were just beginning!
  I wanted to save that cum for when my virgin ass was being plugged by
Dan's fat meat.

I continued to lather Dan's tool with my spit, and I could hear him moaning
and grunting as he began to pump it into my hungry mouth.  I was lost in the
world of his cock and I knew that the only way I could find my way would be
to taste his cum, to feel the hot spurts of salty cream on my tongue and the
back of my throat.  I could feel him pumping faster, groaning louder,
tensing up... and then suddenly he pulled all the way out... and then slid
all the way back in, deep down my teen throat---

But this cock was different.  In my moment of abandon, I hadn't noticed Jeff
come into the room.  He must've heard us going at it, for here he was
replacing his Dad's dick in my mouth with his own!  It was as delicious as
I'd imagined: sweet and clean, compared to the musk of his Dad's man-meat.
Jeff's cock was big, and very straight when hard.  I let my tongue go down
to lap on the silky, loose hanging balls of the sexy teen, feeling his stiff
tool rub on my face.

"Yeah, suck my boy's dick, Randy," Dan said.  "I want to see you make my kid
cum while I fuck that virgin ass of yours.  Now get up on your knees, and
lean against the back of the chair."

I had to let Jeff's boy-cock slip out of my mouth while I did as I was told,
but Jeff just looked me in the eye and smiled that magic smile, rubbing my
chest and arms while I got into position.

"Just relax, you'll love it," he said.  And I knew he was right.  I wrapped
my arms around the seat-back and rested my chin against the headrest.

"Yeah, look at that ass, Jeff,"  Dan said, kneading the flesh of my smooth
white butt.  "Yeah, I'm gonna make that little butt feel real nice, Randy,
gonna fill your hole up with my hot jizz while you slurp down a mouthful of
my boy's creamy teen spunk.  You ready?"

"I--I think so, yes," I stammered.

"You think so?  How does this feel, boy?"  Dan probed my tight hole with his
fat index finger, pushing past my resistant sphincter muscles and into the
silky darkness of my rectum.

It felt fantastic!  I began to moan, "Aaahhh.  Oh, man!  yeah, that feels
good.  Mmmmmmm...oohh, yeah!"

Jeff came around to kiss me while his hunky dad continued to work my virgin
hole.  With each thrust of Dan's finger in my butt, I shoved my tongue
deeper and deeper into the young guy's throat, our tongues playfully
fighting for position.  I was grunting from the pleasure assaulting me from
behind and laughing at the fun I was having kissing Jeff.  It all felt so
great!

Dan pulled his finger out, and I felt the position of the chair begin to
shift.  I realized that the back of the chair, where I was leaning, was
being slowly lowered, while the seat was being slightly raised.  Soon my
young ass was higher than my head, which was still resting on the back of
the chair.  I felt exposed, and incredibly turned-on.  My butt belonged to
Dan now, and I wanted him to use me, to take his pleasure from the hot
tightness of my young hole.  As he prepared to mount me, Dan started talking
to his son:

"Yeah, Daddy's gonna fuck this boy good, and it looks like he wants it.  You
wanna see me stick my cock in this kids butt, Jeff?"

"Yeah, Dad.  I want you to fuck him like you fuck me.  Make him beg for
more, make him need your thick meat.  Pound that kid's hole and blast his
insides with your hot cum."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing!  These guys were so hot, and hot for
each other, and above all, hot for me!  I was on fire, and I needed to be
fucked from both ends.  I wanted to have Jeff's teen-meat in my mouth to
suck on while his Dad impaled me on his prick.  I placed my hands on the
boy's hips and pulled him toward me; his young dick was within easy reach of
my lips.  I sucked it in and kept nursing it, savoring the taste of the
young flesh, the scent of his crotch, while Dan pulled my asscheeks apart to
expose my virgin bud.

"Oh, yeah,"  Dan sighed.  "That's beautiful, kid.  Can't wait to get my dick
in there.  You want my dick in there, right, Randy?  You want me to open you
up with this cock?  Want to feel me pumping deep into you?"

"Mmmphm..Hphmmmm," I could only grunt my assent, and strain to get my ass
higher for him.  I wanted to feel both of their cocks in me, right now.  I
didn't have to wait any longer, for Dan had prepared my hole well.  His
thick tool slid slowly but steadily into me, inch by inch.  Jeff's strong
hands massaged my shoulders as his Dad's prick invaded my guts; Dan rubbed
my back and sides to help me relax under the assault.  It did hurt, but I
wanted it so much that I was willing to endure the pain, and it soon
subsided.  In under a minute the whole shaft was buried all the way inside
me, and I thought I would explode it felt so damn good.  Dan gave a
satisfied grunt before beginning to pump in earnest.

"Oh--Oh, fuck yeah!  Mmmmm...." I cried.  Both guys were sliding their cocks
in and out of me.  I was bucking back against Dan's thrusts and pulling Jeff
deeper into my mouth by the flesh of his taut teen butt.  Realizing how
great it felt to have that big cock up my ass, I reached further around
Jeff's behind and started to massage his slippery hole.  I could see his
knees bend as he relaxed to accept more of my finger, which I obligingly
pushed deeper into him.  I felt his cock get even harder and bigger, which I
didn't think was possible!

"Oh, Dad!" Jeff said. "Dad, he's finger fucking my hole while you fuck him!
Make his ass feel real good, Dad.  Fuck his tight young butt and make him
cum!  Fuck!  Oh, yeah, that feels good."

"Yeah, boys," Dan said. "This is one hot fucking ass here.  Love fucking a
hot teen boy-butt.  Yeah, does that fuck-stick feel good up your ass, boy?
You like fingering my boy while you get fucked?  Huh?!"

"Mmmmm...Mphhmmmph!" I could still only grunt, but I was in heaven.  The hot
pleasure was on me from all sides, and the sound of cocks and tongues and
hands and the squeaky chair and the grunts and groans and heavy breaths of
all of us were very intense!  We were all moving fast now, and I felt Dan's
calloused hand reach under me to rub my ripped abs, pausing to pinch my
nipples to erection before settling around the slippery shaft of my dick.
He stroked me, lightly at first, but then the pressure of his grip
increased, along with the speed of his thrusts in my ass.

"Yeah, Dad, that's it," Jeff said. "Fuck him hard.  Give it to him!"

I was being used by these two guys, and their pleasure was getting me off,
too.  Without realizing it I had begun to fuck Dan's hand, thrusting my cock
into the wet cavity formed by his palm and fingers.  I was really working
hard on Jeff's kid-cock, licking and sucking with ever-increasing energy,
concentrating my tongue on the shiny head and rapidly sliding my finger in
and out of his hungry butthole.  Jeff, meanwhile, was twisting his own
nipples.  Then father and son leaned across my back and kissed, we were a
writhing, pulsing triangle of lust, three male animals desperately pumping
their way to explosive orgasm.  I knew they were both about to cum.  Jeff
was first.

"Oh yeah, Randy!  Yeah, your mouth feels so good, you're gonna make me cum.
Yeah, I'm gonna cum in your mouth!  Oh, Dad, this boy's gonna drink my
cream...oooohhhh, fuck.  Mmmmm...  Oh--OH--Ahhh!"

Jeff's asshole tightened around my finger as his dick erupted in my mouth.
I felt the milky fluid flood out of the end of his prick and onto my tongue,
coating the inside of my mouth and flowing down my hungry gullet.  Jeff's
was sweeter than his Dad's had been, and not quite as sticky.  I knew I
would have to have more of that kid's cum, and soon.  He let me continue to
hold his dick in my mouth, licking it clean of every last drop of his teen
jism, while his Dad approached his own climax.

"Oh, fuck, boy!  That ass of yours is so hot... my dick is on fire, gonna
shoot...gonna pump you full of my fuck juice, boy! Grnnnnhh!"

"Yeah, Dad!" Jeff said. "Squirt your thick cum in Randy's butt!  Fill him
up!"

"Shit--Oh, man!  yeah, I'm gonna cum, now..." Dan's fucking was fast and
insistent, now.  "Yeah, nice tight hole, fuck that feels good, boy, yeah,
you like that big dick in your ass, don't you kid?"  He was pumping his cock
into me furiously while his son held me down.  I wanted to feel the blasts
of his orgasm fill my insides... "Yeah, here it comes, fuck... oh--yeah--oh
fuck yeah, boy... gonna cum...Mmm!  Mmmph!  Urggtsh!  Mmmph!
Ooooooohhhhhhhhh, yeah!  Aaaahhhhh...Mmmmmmphhh.  Oh, yeah!  Yeah, feel that
cum boy?"

I did feel it.  Shot after shot of his juice hit the walls of my rectum, hot
blasts of white hot cum.  He stayed inside me and kept jacking my cock, and
with both their dicks in me, dripping their cum from both ends, I began to
cum, too...

The waves of pleasure started in my toes and worked up to my fingertips,
concentrating in my cock.  The force of my orgasm was new for me, having the
stiff thick prick of the barber stuffed in my teen hole created new
sensations beyond anything I could have imagined.  I spurted the thick,
sticky sauce from the head of my kid-cock, into Dan's hand and all over the
chair.  Jeff reached underneath and caught a few blasts, rubbing them into
my chest and stomach, before bringing his fingers to his lips for a taste.

Dan pulled his slowly softening meat out of my butt with a pop, and stood me
up, steadying me since my knees were weak with exhaustion.  Father and son
alternated kissing me tenderly on the mouth while we all caught our breath.

"So, how about some dinner?" Dan asked.

"Super," Jeff answered.  "Will you stay, Randy?"

How could I say no?  There were still so many possibilities...


END OF PART II.

As always, I appreciate comments, ideas, etc.  Send to
Randyboy26@hotmail.com.

In Part III, Randy will finally fuck Jeff while his dad--and possibly
others--watch and cheer them on.  Other future scenarios include a double
ass-fuck for Randy (both Jeff's and Dan's cocks at once), the addition of
another "customer," and anything else you guys help me dream up!  Keep the
ideas cumming.