My Barbershop Experience - Opowiadania Erotyczne

My Barbershop Experience

... like; but I guess this will have to do." He said as he quickly pulled the tanktop over his head.

He then opened his arms out over his head showing me his smooth, nearly naked body. "Is this okay?" he asked.

"Looks good to me," I answered.

He then turned my chair around so that my back was to the sink: he then turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. Next, he lowered the back of the barber chair so that my head was over the sink. As I began to lay back, I could feel the barber’s cape gradually climb up my legs until the hem almost reached my crotch. Lying in an almost completely prone position and with the lower part of the cape stretched straight across my spread legs and I could feel the cool air between my legs and on my cock and balls. If anyone had been sitting across the room, were I had been sitting earlier, they would have had a great view. Too bad.

Next, Jason squeezed some shampoo into his hands and began to rub them together. He then slowly and firmly began to massage the shampoo into my scalp and the back of my neck. I brought my arms out from under the cape and let the rest on top of the cape as I was lying there. I could feel his near-naked body lean against my shoulders and bare upper arms as he thoroughly worked the shampoo into a lather. He certainly knew how to give a great head massage [I’m not referring to that head, Stupid] and before he was through, I was purring like a kitten.

When he finished shampooing, he reached for the hose ...

... nozzle on the faucet to rinse away the shampoo. He was so vigorously rinsing away the shampoo that accidentally (?) some of the water splashed on my face, upper arms and the upper part of the cape -– and on him, too, I was to notice later. He quickly apologized as he turned off the water and grabbed a towel. After blotting my face and arms with the towel he wrapped it around my head and slowly lifted the chair into an upright position. After I returned to a sitting position, I noticed that he had gotten even wetter than I had. His chest was wet and the front of his cotton briefs was totally soaked and sticking to his body.

As he briskly dried my hair with the towel, I brought my arms back under the cape, pushing the hem back down toward my knees. To hide the fact that my cock was sticking straight up in the air, I tented the cape straight across my arms on the armrests, so that it hardly touched my lower body at all. My legs were still spread wide in the chair with my balls were still rest-ing on the leather of the seat. My cock would have rested there, too, if it weren’t for the fact that, now, it was sticking straight up in the air.

After Jason towel-dried my hair, he reached for his clippers. He pushed my head forward and without any attachments on the clippers; he started at the back of my neck and ran the clippers straight up the back of my head an all the way across crown of my head. I could feel the cool-ness on my scalp as the hair fell away. Gradually I could ...