My name is josh . I am one of those who has always enjoyed getting a haircut and to have a good looking barber’s hands all over my head, my ears, and my neck has always been a turn-on for me. I just close my eyes and let him go at it.
I admit that I go in for a haircut more often than I really need to, but the barber I go to is one of those men on whom dreams and fantasies are made. His name is Henry and he’s about 30 years old, with no children. His hands are smooth and slim, and he has the most beautiful arms, covered with a very soft layer of hair. Every so often, his arm will sweep across my face, with the hair on them tickling my skin. When he sometimes stoops down in front of me to check that my sideburns are even, his sensuous face is usually only inches from mine, and it is all I can do to keep from lurching forward and kissing him.
Henry frequently leans against the arm of the chair as he works on my hair. I discovered some time that if I rest my hand on the arm, I can feel him pressing his body against it. Luckily, the part of his body that I feel with my hand is the rather ample package between his legs. He always acted as though he didn’t know I could feel it, and I was always sure that was the case.
One day, I was so turned on, and I had gotten so hard, that I thought I would move my hand slightly across the arm, and thus across his package. I did it ever so slightly. He must have felt my hand moving, but he didn’t pull away. The next time when I came in for a haircut, I was determined to be just a little bolder. This time, I moved my hand a little more vigorously across his package, and was surprised to feel that it was bulging much more than it had the previous time. I continued to move my hand, knowing it could be nothing but obvious to him what I was doing. He never made a move to pull away. He just continued to cut on that side of my head. In fact, I was sure I could feel him pressing harder against my hand.
Suddenly, without warning, he reached down and pulled the edge of the cloth that was over my lap up and placed it over my hand and brought edge up to lay against him, covering his front as far up as his belt buckle. By this time, I was beginning to burn up with desire for this man and, with my fingers, I fumbled around for the tab on his zipper. He still didn’t move. I slowly lowered the zipper and put my hand inside to find his very hard penis, now wet with pre-cum. Since he was wearing shorts, I had a real time trying to get his penis out through the opening in his shorts. But when I did, I was able to wrap my hand around it and start stroking. There were other customers in the shop, but I had to fight the urge to throw the cloth aside and go down on this beautiful man right there.
Henry continued to pretend he was cutting my hair as I stroked his penis. I did this for about two or three minutes, when I began to feel his penis harden even more. I could feel the enlarging veins around it begin to bulge. I wanted so much to look at it and run my tongue around it. Soon, I could sense that Henry’s body was tensing up and his breathing became short and labored. I looked up at him and I could see his eyelids fluttering and his face becoming contorted as he tried to look composed in front of the other customers.
Then the throbbing of his hard penis began, and the hot thick cum started to shoot out in waves. I could feel it on my hand, but I could also feel globs of it drop onto my bare thighs, just below the hem of the shorts I was wearing. Henry could not help bucking his hips very slightly as he went through his orgasm, and moaning very quietly.
As his orgasm subsided, and the flow of his sperm came to an end, Henry stood there looking totally spent and breathing heavily. As his penis started to wilt, I did my best with one hand to push it back inside of his jockey shorts and zip up his pants. My hand was still wet with his sperm, and I could feel his sperm begin to run down my leg.
When Henry finally finished my haircut, I got up and reached for my wallet. Henry said, “It’s on the house today, Josh. You’ve paid me enough.”
I was still terribly horny and my hard penis was making a very obvious bulge in my shorts. I asked him if I could use their restroom, and he pointed the way. I stood at the urinal and Jacked off. I had been so close the whole time I was in the chair, that I knew I would cum quickly. But as I stroked, Henry walked in and thanked me for a great jerk-off.
I said, “I hope you don’t mind my getting myself off like this. Jerking you off like that under the sheet was a real trip for me.”
Henry said, “Many times before, josh, I’ve leaned against your hand hoping you would do what you did. Why don’t you and I get together sometime and let me pay you back for today. I’ve always liked to have mutual jerk offs with other guys.”
The idea of getting together sometime again with this gorgeous barber made my head swim. I told him that anytime he was ready, I was ready.
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