SHAVE AND A HAIRCUT [04/20/1999]

It seemed as if it was always winter when it was time for a haircut. Mom would give me 35 cents and off to town I'd go to the local barber shop. Ron and Earl were the two barbers. Ron was a young thin man and Earl was an elderly kinda portly gent with a gold tooth which he was always flashing. He was always chatting and laughing with his clientelle. I always had Earl cut my hair because I liked the way he jostled around the chair as he cut.

I was probably around 15 or 16 the last time he cut my hair before I moved out of town. As he cut, we spoke about me moving away. When he finished he did something that he never did before. As he was removing the drop sheet he did it from the back of the chair. He untied the sheet and swung it around the front, wrapping both his arms around me and locking them in place. I was taken aback by what can only be described as a bearhug. He maintained the "hug" for only a second and then swung the drop cloth off to the side. When I turned to look he wasn't smiling anymore but had a sad look on his face. I didn't know what to make of it and left the chair, extending my hand with my 35 cents in it. "This one's on the house" he said and wished me good luck. I bid him goodbye and left.

A few years went by and I had a chance to return to town to visit some old friends during a business trip. I was staying at a local motel. After arriving in town I decided I needed a haircut so I ventured down to Earl's. The place hadn't changed a bit. Still the three chairs on one side of the stove and two on the other. I always sat next to the stove to warm up. But this time it was summer and the stove was now being used as storage for various magazines. Both Ron and Earl were busy cutting hair but I was the only one waiting. Ron finished his cut and after a few words he told Earl he'd be leaving for the day. It was near dinner time and neither men rarely worked after 6 o'clock. Earl nodded in approval and continued cutting the man in the chair's hair. In a few minutes he finished and the man left the shop. When the man left, Earl locked the door and pulled the shades. "There now, he said, you'll be my last for the day". Great, I thought. I had had a few minutes to study Earl as he was cutting the man's hair. Gee, I pondered, I never realized how handsome he was before. He was wearing thin wool dress pants with razor sharp pleats that were loose fitting. When he stooped to get an eyelevel view of his customer I could see the outline of a significant bulge in his crotch. I tried to follow his movements but the chair kept getting in the way. I thought back to my last haircut and hoped that I might get another hug or whatever it was that he meant it to be. I always knew Earl and assumed he was straight. The thought of him being anything else never crossed my mind.

Earl had aged a few more years than what had passed since my last haircut. His thinning hair was all gray now with hints of silver around the ears. What hair he had was very fine and thin and stayed in a perpetual state of disarray. His messy hair was in complete contrast to his impeccable state of dress. He always wore a white shirt with the top two buttons undone. The dark hair that curled out from under the collar was now white. And, it seemed, thicker and longer.

He still had his gold tooth which I was glad to see as he beamed a great big smile at me and motioned me to the chair. He had blue eyes. I never noticed before. Maybe because he had always worn thick glasses. Today he had nice gold metal frames and his eyes sparkled behind them.

Earl began the task of cutting my hair and went off into a saga of events over the past few years. I listened intently as he cut and gossiped. About halfway done he moved to my left side and started working on that side. The customary little push with his hand on the side of my head and I instinctively tilted my head to the side. He left his hand on my head and moved up against the chair. My hand was on the armrest and he trapped my fingers between the armrest and his lower abdomen. My god, I thought, did he know?, could he tell where my hand was? It was dangerously close to his groin.

I was getting aroused and was unable to participate in our conversation any longer. He brought me back to reality when he moved away. He was now saying something about work and what I was doing back in town. I had to blink to get my head back together and answer. I told him what I was doing and that I was staying at the local motel. To my surprise he asked me if I had dinner plans. I did but I told him that I didn't. "Would you like to join me for dinner and maybe a couple of drinks" he asked. I snapped back into dreamland again for a moment but came back in time to accept.

He finished cutting my hair and instead of the customary mirror to the back and then to the sides to get my approval he spun the chair towards the mirror for a second then back around so that I was facing him. He bent his knees so that he was eye level with me and swayed from side to side as he inspected his handiwork. I took a quick glance to his crotch but was too aware of my eye position to leave them there and promptly moved them back to his face. Earl gave me a funny smile as if to say tsk, tsk, tsk, what are you looking at?. He stood up and exclaimed "you look great, that is one hell of a haircut; even if I do sayso myself" "Well, it certainly feels much better" I said, "thank-you". "Oh, your welcome, you always were a pleasure to work on". Earl then approached from the front and leaned toward me so that his face was only a few inches from me. I could feel his breath on my face as he reached around to the back of my neck and untied the drop sheet. He fumbled with the knot for a couple of seconds which gave him enough time to shuffle his feet up tight to the base of the chair. I had to spread my legs to make way for his intruding midsection. When he got the tie undone he deliberately kept one hand on each side and began to pull the sheet down and away. As he did he moved his face away slightly but remained very close to me. He slid the cloth from around my neck and allowed each hand to move down my arms. He traced my arms with his hands until he reached my elbows then skipped to my body. It was like slow motion as he continued to trace my body. When he reached my hips his hands converged and as he clasped them together with the drop sheet he ran them over my crotch and then quickly down my legs. When he reached my knees he lifted up and swung the sheet away.

I was staring him in the eye the whole time and as he removed the cloth he looked away. When he heard no disapproval he turned back. Neither of us said anything. He lay the cloth aside and pulled his whisk broom from his back pocket. He moved to the back of the chair and began to brush the back of my neck. I was turned away from the mirror so I couldn't see what was happening and there was dead silence in the shop. A few seconds elapsed after the last whisp before I felt Earl's hands on the back of my neck. "Would you like a little massage" he asked. I didn't have to answer because by the time he asked the question he had already began to massage my neck. It felt great, too great. Was I imagining what had just happened. His hands were so big and strong and he was Earl afterall. I had heard him tell manly stories for 15 years. He couldn't be gay, he was so strong and masculine. Earl continued to massage my neck and shoulders for what seemed hours but was only a minute or so. He spun the chair around and again we were face to face. He sat back onto the counter which was in front of me and folded his arms. He sat and stared at me for a minute. Again I glanced down to his crotch. This time his pants were pulled tight by the action of him sitting on the counter. I felt stunned by the bulge I saw and realized that my stare in that direction wasn't going unnoticed. When I looked up at Earl I could see a different look. He looked softer, gentler somehow. His silver hair was laying more easily on his smooth clean shaven face. His eyes sparkled even more than before. He turned his watch toward himself and as if cued by time he said, "you know, all of a sudden I'm not so hungry" paused for a brief moment then added "for food". That was it, we connected and I was up for anything. "Me either" I said. As I began to exit the chair Earl grabbed both my hands and pulled me onto him. I stumbled forward and lost my balance. Earl caught me in a bearhug which landed me onto him just inches away from being eye to eye. I had to look up to see his eyes and when I did he dragged me up to eye level. I thought he would kiss me but instead he just looked at me then moved his head aside and past me so we were ear to ear. He stood off the counter and dropped me to the floor while continuing to apply the bear hug. He was only an inch or two taller so we fit together well.

Earl began to shudder as he held me. I was completely enjoying the feeling of this big brawny man but was wondering why he was reacting so.

Earl suddenly moved his head away so that we were eye level again and he had tears in his eyes. I was stunned. What the hell was this all about? "I have kids older than you" he said, "I've never done anything like this before". "You just bring out the worst in me and I can't help myself". I couldn't believe my ears, he was a virgin, or so he claimed. I was honored and horrified at the same time. "There's nothing wrong with you, if you want to continue I am ready and very very willing". "My wife left me a long time ago and I haven't had any relationships since. The only relief I get is by my own hand and even that has been quite a while."

Thinking he might be a little more comfortable in his own surroundings I suggested that we go to his place and talk about it. He surprised me by suggesting that we go to my motel instead. Ok I said. Great, I thought, because I knew I had condoms and ky in my room and judging from the bulge I saw earlier, I thought I might need it.

"Lets go in my car, I can bring you home later". Earl often left his car at work and walked home so there was no problem with that. OK he said and before I could say another word he tightened his grip on me and kissed me on the cheek just in front of my ear. His lips were warm and soft and I reciprocated by kissing him on the neck. I then took the lead and moved my mouth to his. He seemed reluctant at first but as soon as my tongue stroked his lips he gasped began to gobble me up. He was whimpering as we kissed and hugged. He was hugging me so tightly I had a hard time breathing. But the sensation was amazing. I had my arms under his and wrapped onto his shoulders. He was so solidly built, I could barely move him. We kissed for a while then broke up. I resisted the temptation to grope his crotch. Normally I'd have gone for his crotch in a heartbeat but this was different. I wanted him to be completely comfortable at each step. And for some strange reason it seemed more erotic this way.

When we got to the car, Earl slid in on the passenger side and sat stoically all the way to the motel. Thankfully it was only a 5 minute drive. On the way there I called my friend and told him that I was tired and would have to cancel dinner. I was going to go to the motel and get some sleep. He seemed to understand and we hung up. None of my friends knew I was gay and I wanted to keep it that way.

My room consisted of an overstuffed chair, a dresser with a TV and a bed. When we walked in the bed stood out like a sore thumb and I could see the look of hesitation in Earl's eyes. "Relax" I told him, "Im going to brush my teeth, why don't you get in bed; you can put your clothes on the chair" I turned off all the lights and went into the bathroom. I undressed myself in the bathroom leaving only my underwear on. I was horny as hell and was unsure of what Earl would think if I entered the room with a throbbing hardon. I finished brushing me teeth, gather a box of condoms and ky and trying to hide my sex aids I went back to the room. I left the bathroom light on and kept the door ajar. There was just enough light to be able to see. Earl was already in bed with the covers up tight to his chin. He looked like a lost puppy.

I didn't know if he was totally nude or not but I sat on the bed slipped off my underwear and crawled in beside him. As soon as he pulled me to him he began to kiss me. I immediately felt his cock against me. It felt huge......and hard. We kissed for a while and then we began to explore each others bodies. It wasn't long before I made my way to his crotch. His cock stuck out like a baseball bat. It was probably 7 or 8 inches long and thick. My hand was barely able to encircle it. It felt unreal it was so big. The feel of his cock was almost enough to make me cum. It was uncut and I was enjoying the feel as I peeled and unpeeled the skin off its enormous head. His balls hung down so far that they laid on his leg with two strangely shaped balls inside. They were unusually round, almost like golfballs. "I can't believe your wife left you" I said. "She must be crazy". "She never liked sex, she said it hurt too much and after Sonny was born we never did it".

We continued to kiss and I slowly worked my way down to his chest. That curly hair that was always showing out the collar of his shirt continued down his chest into a thick mat which I rubbed my face into. He smelled sweet as if he bathed in scented oil. He was warm and dry, without a trace of sweat. I'd change that I thought. As I rustled my face in his chest hair I continued to play with his cock and balls. Finally, I made my way down to his crotch.

I lifted his cock, exposing his drooping sack. Since I get terrifically aroused from the look, feel and touch of a great set of balls, I revelled in the ampleness offered. I took great pleasure in manipulating his balls so that one was on each side of my nose and nestled against my closed eyes. Earl was gyrating his hips as I licked and massaged his balls with my mouth. Lifting his balls with my nose and letting them drop down I took a long single stroke with my tongue to the tip of his cock. I took his cock in my hand and peeled back the foreskin exposing his swollen head. The opening was wet with precum and as I held the cock upright the precum balanced in a small pool until it overflowed. It ran down the side of his cock and I stopped its flow a couple of inches from the tip with my tongue. I licked back up to the head and with my mouth wide open engulfed the head. Earl squealed with delight as I worked his enormous tool into my mouth. His cock overfilled my mouth and it was all I could do to get the head and a couple of inches down. Earl wasn't satisfied with this and with a well placed hand forced his cock deep down with one solid push. I came off the cock gagging but was forced back down again and again until Earl had his cock fucking my mouth with every inch he had. I couldn't believe that I could get that huge cock all the way in but somehow I was hitting my nose on his stomach with each thrust. Earl was fucking my mouth wildly and was using both hands on the back of my head. All of a sudden he sat up and flipped around and grabbed me by the hips. Like a rag doll he picked me up and repositioned my body so that he could 69 with me. For someone who had never sucked a cock before he proceeded like a pro. He licked my cockhead once or twice, mimicking my initiation then swallowed it whole. I continued to suck his cock as he continued to thrust in and out.

I was getting close to cuming when Earl began to move again. This time he grabbed me by the hips again and as he clamoured to his hands and knees his cock dropped out of my mouth. He then twirled me onto my back and lifted his leg over my head. His cock was aimed directly at my mouth and as he leaned forward to retake my cock, his cock forced its way down my throat. With my eyes wide open I could see his balls as they beat repeatedly against my face with each thrust of his cock.

After two or three slaps in the face with those beautiful balls, I was overcome with the intensity and began to squirt my cum into Earls mouth. He responded by making a sound as if he had just eaten something delicious. Within seconds the sound changed to gasping rasps as he began to shoot his load into me. The first squirt took me by surprise and it came on the downstroke which immediately filled my mouth. I was gagging as he continued to fill me with cum but he kept pumping for a few more thrusts; each one delivering more and more cum until it was squirting out of my mouth. Then with one last thrust he stopped and I was able to catch my breath, through my nose, and take a much needed swallow.

I lay there with his huge cock, still throbbing, in my mouth and his balls resting on my face and my own cock being lovingly licked and gently sucked clean.

After a couple of minutes, Earl lifted off of me, spun around and kissed me square on the mouth. We fell into each other's arms, with our feet on the pillows and fell asleep.

We woke up after an hour or so, turned ourselves onto the pillows, covered up and with Earl cuddled into me from behind we fell back asleep. The last thing I remember before falling asleep was the feel of his huge cock, now soft, as it pushed against my ass. I tried not to fall asleep but Earl had drained me of all my energy and off I went.

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