A new look

The next day I decided that before I embarked on any new adventures I wanted to clean myself up a bit, starting with a hair cut. I went to the local barber, a traditional style place I hadn't been to before. The place was empty aside from the barber himself, a large, older, European looking man with a moustache. He ushered me into the chair and after I told him what I wanted he set to work.

Chit chat was minimal which suited me fine, but when the buzz cutting started around my ears and neck I began to feel slightly uncomfortable. It felt good. Really good, and I began to tense up slightly, willing my cock to stay down as it began to stiffen. When the barber leaned into me, and I felt his crotch press against my shoulder I had to suppress a gasp. I could feel his package pressed into me and it felt huge, yet he didn't seem to notice or care as it rubbed against me while he worked.

Eventually he moved to the other side and resumed his work, pressing against me once more and I swear he felt bigger, his cock longer and slightly more firm. I felt like a captive in the chair as he turned my head this way and that but I kept quiet, too nervous to say anything about it. By now I was rock hard and doing my best to control my breathing as I wondered whether this was simply his normal practise or something more.

I wasn't left wondering for long, as he soon lowered the chair and tilted the seat back further before turning my head towards him. Suddenly I was confronted with his sizable bulge just inches from my face. I looked at it for several moments before I realised he was not cutting, then found myself leaning in to press my face against him, lips pressed against the front of his pants. The barber grunted and stepped away, moving to the door which he locked before flipping around a sign and pulling down the curtains.

My heart was about to explode from my chest as I watched him approach. I couldn't believe that something as simple as a hair cut could escalate so quickly yet, here I was, watching my barber unzip and free his semi engorged, uncut cock from his pants as he resumed his place beside me. He reached out and stroked my cheek and I opened my mouth for him. He grunted once more as he slid his fat member between my lips and just like that, I was sucking his cock.

In actual fact, positioned as I was I wasn't sucking him off so much as he was fucking my mouth. His hand had returned to the back of my head, holding me in place and he began to thrust in and out of me, his cock now rock hard as it slid over my lips and tongue. It didn't take him long, a low growl eminating from his throat as he throbbed in my mouth, spewing a heavy load of thick cum into me. Instinctively I sucked and swallowed it down and when he retracted his cock from me and held it before me, I obligingly leaned in and licked him clean.

Satisfied, the barber zipped himself up and went about raising the curtains and unlocking the door. Immediately someone walked in, no doubt curious as to why the shop was closed despite there being a customer sitting in the chair. He took a seat and waited as the barber finished up, the taste of his cum still tingling on my tongue.

It was only another few minutes before he was done and he let me up off the chair. As I paid he gave me a knowing smile and a little wink which caused me to shudder and as I scurried out the door I could have sworn I heard him chuckle. As I walked home my mind was abuzz with possibilities. If something as simple as a hair cut could lead to such an encounter, who knew where else I might find some fun.