My Barbershop Experience - Opowiadania Erotyczne

My Barbershop Experience

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His exposed nipples, made even more noticeable by the small silver barbells in their piercings, stood out from his well-developed pecs. Looking down his body, I could see that he, too, had been enjoying his hair cutting experience. His cock was pointing straight up his belly, almost reaching his navel. A damp spot was clearly visible around the PA at the tip of his cock.

He seemed to enjoy his obvious exhibitionist display, because he never made any effort to re-arrange his cock or re-adjust the seat of the unitard. Instead, he left his semi-rigid cock in its upright position pointing to his navel, the rear seam of the unitard still embedded in his ass-crack and part of his ass cheeks still showing beneath the edge of the leg openings.

As Tony paid for his hair cut, looking from Jason’s crotch to my crotch, he said, "Well, I would like to stay and visit, but I have to meet a couple of friends up the street at the Patio Bar."

And look directly at me, he added, "But, I hope to see more of both of you soon."

Jason and I both watched Tony as he left and then Jason picked up the cape again, and stand-ing between me and the door, he opened the cape slightly and looked down at my shorts.

Looking at me, Jason laughed and said, "From what I see, there is not much more of you left for him to see. However, wouldn’t you like to get out of those cramped shorts and get more comfortable?"

"Sure thing," I responded and I quickly pulled down my shorts, stepped ...

... out of them and tossed them aside. Totally naked – my full but still soft cock - -– flopped from side to side as I walked over and sat down in the chair, my legs spread so that my cock and balls could feel the cool leather of the seat.

"Now, what can I do for you, today?" he asked with a smile on his face as he covered me with the barber’s cape.

"What you just said about leaving little to the imagination may be true, but with all this hair on my head, I still feel a bit over dressed and I want to feel TOTALLY NAKED; it must the spring weather or something, I guess. How about cutting off what hair I have left, and shav-ing my head completely? I’m in to being ‘totally naked’." I responded.

"But, before you do," I continued, "and I know this may be an odd request. But, could you do me a favor and give me a shampoo first?"

"Be glad to. Anything to please the customer," he replied. "But first of all, you don’t mind if I take off my tank-top and get comfortable, too, do you? I don’t want to get it all wet and messed up."

"Of course not. Make yourself as comfortable as you like," I replied.

He quickly pulled the tanktop over his head and picking up my shorts, he placed both his tanktop and my shorts on the shelf next to his workstation. He was left standing there in just underbriefs and sandals. Nodding toward the open doors onto the street he said, "With the front of the shop being so open to the street like it is, I can’t quite get as completely comforta-ble as I ...