Date: Sun, 8 Jun 2008 10:29:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: buttupboi2
Subject: "Making Up For Lost Time " 'chapter 5'

Making Up For Lost Time: Part 5: 'Daddy's friend, the Barber'
Warning/disclaimer
This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit
anatomy and potential sexual acts of boy's discovering his own body and
discovering his sexuality.  It contains potential fantasy graphic scenes
of sex between an under age boy and adult males... The Author does not
condone or advocate pedophilia. Author is not a pedophile. This story
contains no truth, no partial truth, and no half truths, only fantasy...
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Part 5: 'Daddy's friend, the Barber'

After my Dad took me for clothes shopping in the lil kids dept. he said
"we have one more stop to make." He parked in front of a barber shop. The
Barber opened the door, "Oh hey bill! ...just finishing up here, Perfect
timing!." He put out the closed sign. As it was Saturday, I guess he was
closing early.

Daddy started ruffling up my hair, "Hi Sam! I want you to meet my son,
Jeff! We need to get him a haircut, anice and short for a boi! ...and he
has some premature sprouting going on down under, if you know what I
mean! I wonder if you can take care of that for us?"
"Well Hi Jeffie! How old are you?"

Cringing at being called 'Jeffie' I started to open my mouth when my dad
chimed in "Well Sam, he has had 'too long of a tether' at his mother's
house. He has come to live with me now, and I hope he hasn't missed out
on boyhood life. I want him to know that he is still a boi, and Bois
don't sprout hair around their lil peepees! I want him to be reminded of
that in every way..." He winked and smiled at me.

"Sure, Bill! We can take care of that. Let me just pull down the shade so
we have some privacy. Now young man! Lets see what your daddy is talking
about, shall we?"  "Go ahead Son, pull down your pants and show the
barber what we are talking about!  ...Do it Now Son! ...or I will have to
put you over my knee!!! You want me to do that???"

I must have turned 50 shades of purple on the way to redness "ub hub huh
err, No Daddy" I said realizing that, once again, my boi pecker was
elongating exponentially.
"Get 'em Down Now" Spank! I lowered my pants as fast as I could get them
down, exposing boi wood.  "Oh my! Yes I see, and he is also jumping ahead
in the excitement dept!" the barber grabbed my penis and wanked it a
couple of times. I just pretended I wasn't even there, even though he was
insuring that my stiffie would stay for the whole time...

Just then, the phone rang. "Oh Hey Joe! Uh, I'm closed, but I am still
here. ...Bill and his boi are here, come on over! Just come in the back
door, we might be in the middle of something. See you in a couple of
minutes!"

 "Now, where were we? Son, come over here & sit in the chair. Spread your
legs wide open." I waddled over to get onto the barber chair, trying not
to trip on my pants. Daddy stopped me short, snatched my pants and
underwear, and said "Son, you won't be needing these while we are here".
I hobbled out of my pants and sat in the cold vinyl barber chair.

"O.K. Lets start with this head of yours!" My hair had gotten me lots of
looks from the girls at my old school. It was down to my shoulders when
combed out and I loved the way it caught the breeze. My dad spoke up and
said "Sam I think a nice basic bowl cut for my young boi, nice and
short!" "No Problem Bill" As he cut my hair shorter the barber could see
my disappointment in his mirror. "How do you like it, Jeffie?" I was
trying to fight back my tears, "I (blub-blubh) I hate it!"

Dad pulled over a chair from the wall to the middle of the shop, "That
does it, Son! You have been asking for this all day!" he sat in the chair
and tapped his knee. I didn't take the hint. Dad looked at me real
sternly, patted his knee and asked if I remembered rule # 1? He stood up
and yanked me out of the barber chair and put me over his knee. Spank!
Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!

As I was feeling the barrage of hand spanking dad was delivering, I
hadn't noticed that Joe had slipped in through the back door of the
barber shop. I was really crying and kicking when the rhythm of the
spanking slowed down. My dad was getting tired. He stopped spanking and
started rubbing my bottom. I could hear his deep breathing, as my heavy
tears gave way to sniffles and I felt my exhaustion. In the after glow I
realized that my butt was really on display and there was an audience.
While I was thoroughly embarrassed, I still did not want to move. I know
my daddy could sense this, so he spit on his hands and he kept rubbing my
buttcheeks all around, outsides, insides, saying "There, there - it's
o.k.".... He then put his finger in his mouth to get it all lubed up and
he slide his finger up my butthole "There, There, you are a gooed boi..
my gooed young boi." It calmed me down and I stopped sniffling. I could
hear the breathing of the men in the shop, and could feel the eyes of my
Dad's friends looking at me in this position.

The conversation started up: "Bill, you really know how to get the upper
hand with your boi! Lil Jeffie needs all the discipline and guidance you
can give him" ..."And he calmed right down when you put your finger up
his lil boi butthole! WoW! I am going to try that with my son. He is a
little older, but I can see that he would benefit from a treatment like
that!" My dad just rubbed my bottom and said "Well, he just needs to know
he is loved, don't you Jeffie?" I just moaned "uh huh"...

After another minute my daddy slid his finger out and patted my butt
cheeks. Now we have some other hair to get rid of". The Barber chimed in
"Hold him there for another minute, Bill, I see some hair starting in his
Buttcrack". He got his razor and asked my dad to pull apart my
buttcheeks. He carefully and thoroughly shaved my bottom insides. "Now,
Son! Lets have you sit in the chair again so I can get those boi
sprouts." Standing up was challenging and unfamiliar. I sat, feeling the
sting from getting spanked. It took my several attempts to set my sore
bottom down in that chair. But this time the coolness of vinyl was my
friend. "That's it, spread your legs wide open". I opened my legs as wide
as I could. The other 2 men held my arms and legs still. "Bill why don't
you come and help as well? You hold his penis out of the way" Just the
thought of 2 men holding me down and my daddy & the barber working in
that area was enough to make me all roq hard again, but this time I was
too tired to blush...

After the Barber had finished shaving my boi crotch, my dad and his
friends caught up in conversation and arranged the refreshments for poker
night. I just sat there all boi bonered. After a few minutes my dad
helped me get into my underpants and my pants. It really stinged over my
bottom.

"See you both later at my house tonight!". "Goodbye Jeffie" My Dad patted
my butt "Say goodbye to the men, Son". "Goodbye Sirs" I said trying not
to look in their eyes. "A fine young boi you got there, Bill".
We left the Barber shop for my dad's truck & home.


To be continued...