It was one of those sweltering summer days in Mumbai, where the heat seemed to rise from the bustling streets and cling to your skin. I, Rishaad, a young professional with a penchant for self-care, decided it was time for a much-needed grooming session. My hair, unruly and wild after weeks of neglect, demanded attention, and my beard, once a well-trimmed companion, now resembled a wild thicket. I sought out the city's finest, a high-end men's salon nestled in the heart of South Mumbai.
As I stepped into the air-conditioned haven, a cool breeze caressed my skin, offering a momentary respite from the oppressive heat. The salon's interior was a study in sophistication--marble floors reflected the soft lighting, and the scent of expensive cologne and fresh lavender filled the air. The receptionist, a cheerful young woman, greeted me with a warm smile.
"Welcome to La Royale, sir. How can we make your day unforgettable?" Her voice was like silk, smooth and inviting.
"I'd like to book an appointment for a haircut and beard styling, please. Something to tame this mess," I said, running a hand through my hair, feeling slightly self-conscious.
She giggled, a musical sound that put me at ease. "Of course, sir. Let me check our schedule. Ah, you're in luck. We have an opening with our master barber, Reza, in just a few minutes. He's highly skilled and will ensure you leave here feeling like a new man."
The name Reza sent a tingle down my spine, as if I'd heard it before in a dream, or perhaps a fantasy. "Reza, then. I look forward to meeting him."
"Excellent choice, sir. Please make yourself comfortable in our waiting area. Can I offer you some refreshments while you wait?"
I accepted her offer, sinking into the plush sofa and savoring the chilled champagne she presented. The salon's atmosphere was already working its magic, calming my nerves and stirring a sense of anticipation.
Before long, a deep, resonant voice broke through my reverie. "Rishaad, I presume? I'm Reza, your barber for today. Shall we begin your transformation?"
I stood, my eyes immediately drawn to the man before me. Reza was a vision of masculine perfection. Tall and broad-shouldered, his barber uniform hugged his muscular frame. His head was cleanly shaven, accentuating his strong jaw and high cheekbones. Grey eyes, like storm clouds, seemed to see right through me, igniting a fire in my loins.
"Yes, Reza. Lead the way," I managed to say, my voice hoarse with desire.
He smiled, a knowing smile that hinted at hidden depths of pleasure. "Follow me, sir. We'll start with a consultation to understand your preferences."
In his private chamber, the ambiance was intimate, with soft jazz playing in the background. Reza offered me a seat and began the consultation, his fingers gently caressing my hair and beard. His touch sent shivers down my spine, and I bit my lip to stifle a moan.
"Tell me, Rishaad, how would you like me to transform your look? Do you prefer a classic style or something more adventurous?" His breath was warm on my ear, sending goose bumps down my arms.
"Oh... um... I... trust your expertise, Reza. Surprise me," I stammered, my heart pounding.
"Mmm, I like a man who can surrender control. And I promise, you'll enjoy the ride." His fingers trailed down my neck, behind my ear, causing a shudder of pleasure to run through me.
His hand moved deftly around the back of my neck, under my beard. The sensation made me quiver with desire as he touched the sensitive skin at the base of my head. His breath was hot on the side of my face, and his touch sent chills down my back. His hand lingered on my body and touched my neck. He didn't cut himself in this process, and after completing the task, he asked, "Would you like a beard trim?"
My voice was barely a whisper. "Yes."
Reza gave me a smirk. "You like it? And what exactly do you like?" His tone hinted at more than just a trim. He grabbed hold of my chin, his firm grasp making my face feel hot, and gently tilted my head to one side. I felt him inhale deeply against my neck, causing goosebumps to rise. I closed my eyes, and all I could hear was his heavy breath on my neck and his smooth hand on my skin. His fingers brushed my cheek as he moved his hand down. The touch was pure pleasure.
I heard the sound of the scissors, but he didn't start the procedure yet. He ran his free hand down my body until it rested on my thigh, the pressure causing my eyes to open wide. I held his stare, unable to look away from his fiery eyes. I was hypnotized by him.
He bent down closer to my neck, the tip of his nose brushing the skin just below my ear. "Is there anything you'd like to add to your order..." He said it in a way, so low, that let me know it wasn't about the menu. I felt his hot breath on my earlobe and closed my eyes again. I didn't know how much more I could take. His fingers lingered, stroking my thigh, as he whispered in my ear again, "Anything, Rishaad?"
I turned my head and saw his lips so close to mine that if I just leaned forward, I would be able to taste them. I wanted to feel his mouth on mine. It was something I needed.
His eyes stared into mine as I moaned, "Maybe."
Reza's lips lifted in a small smirk as he let out a chuckle. His smile made me feel weak at the knees. He bent forward and pressed his lips against mine. It felt like firecrackers exploding inside of me. The taste of him made my eyes roll back and my breathing shallow. I had never been kissed like that before. He pulled his lips back from mine and leaned in closer. His tongue licked a trail up my neck, sending waves of pleasure down to my groin. I moaned deep in my throat when his teeth bit gently into my neck.
My hands instinctively went to his chest as if I needed something to hold on to. The kiss felt like a rollercoaster going uphill and falling over the edge. I didn't want it to end. His hot breath whispered in my ear, "I can give you whatever you want."
His body pressed against mine. He had me on edge, wanting more. I wasn't sure what would happen next. But I knew I wanted it to happen. All the blood in my body rushed to my groin, and I felt myself grow hard in my pants. It didn't escape Reza's notice. His hand ran over my thigh and brushed against my cock. The friction was so good that I felt myself throb.
"Fuck, Rishaad," he moaned with his face buried in my neck. "You make me feel like no other man has."
My hands pulled him tighter against my chest as he moaned again. His mouth bit down on my earlobe. His hand cupped my cock through my pants, rubbing it gently. I couldn't hold back the moan that escaped from my lips. The touch of his hand felt so good and it only made me want more.
"Reza," I whispered his name as he tightened his grip around my cock and stroked faster. His teeth bit harder into my earlobe, causing a shiver to run down my neck. He stopped rubbing my cock and leaned back to look at my face. His eyes were lustful, and his lips parted in a soft sigh. "My hands are not enough, are they? You want me to fuck you, don't you?"
The words he said made my face feel hot. My cheeks flushed as he ran his thumb over my bottom lip. I didn't say anything because I knew that the answer was obvious.
He pulled away from me and stood up straight. The chair was adjusted so that I would have a better angle. He reached out with his hand and unzipped my pants, pulling them down until my cock popped free. His hand wrapped around my cock and pulled it out of the zipper. His strokes were hard and fast as he moaned against my lips.
"Oh fuck, Reza," I moaned against his lips. His moans mixed with mine as he continued to rub my cock.
His hand was replaced with his mouth as he went down to his knees in front of me. "I need to taste your cock." I watched as he pulled my pants completely off and spread my legs wide. His tongue swiped against my cock, and it tasted divine. His lips wrapped around my cock as his mouth sucked it in and out.
The chair rocked under the weight of my body, and I gripped the arms tight. His moans sounded from deep in his chest, vibrating against my cock. I felt my balls tighten up with need for him to finish me off. My breathing was coming out in fast pants as I felt myself on the edge.
"Reza... I'm about to cum."
He didn't stop until I felt the warmth of my cum flow into his mouth. I watched as his tongue licked it up and he swallowed it down. He cleaned the rest up and stood up to kiss me deeply on my lips. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and leaned forward to kiss him back. His hand rubbed my ass, causing it to tingle with the touch.
"Do you want me inside of you?" he whispered against my lips.
"Yes. Please," I begged. The word was barely out of my mouth before he undressed and covered himself with a condom. The bottle of lube was grabbed off the counter as he poured some on his fingers. I felt cool liquid on my ass, followed by his finger. His finger pushed inside my body and stroked me, causing me to lean my head against the chair in ecstasy. He kissed my neck as he added another finger, spreading them apart inside of me.
His fingers were replaced by his cock as he lined it up with my hole. His arms wrapped tight around my body as he pushed his cock in slowly until it was buried deep inside of me. The feeling was amazing, and I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of him inside of me.
His lips found mine as he thrust slowly and gently inside of me. One hand moved to my dick and pulled on it as he fucked me. His cock rubbed against my prostate and caused my eyes to roll to the back of my head.
"Reza," I moaned into his mouth.
"It feels so good."
His mouth pulled back, and he looked at me. His eyes were dark with lust, and I knew he was close. "Rishaad. You feel so good to me." His breath hitched as he spoke, and he thrust faster. "Baby, I'm going to cum inside of you."
"Me too," I panted. His hand moved faster on my cock, bringing me closer to the edge.
"Come on, baby," he growled in my ear.
He reached up and bit my neck lightly as his body pushed mine into the chair. His cock rammed deep inside of me and caused me to cum all over his hand. He moaned into my hair as I felt his body stiffen inside of me. Warmth filled my ass as his orgasm joined mine. I let myself melt against his body, his arms holding me tight against him.
His soft lips brushed my neck, and he whispered in my ear, "You were amazing. Come back tomorrow."
I smiled as I leaned my head back on his shoulder. "I'll be here. Count on it."
He kissed the top of my ear as he wrapped his arms tighter around my body. "I'm looking forward to it."
I kept my promise and went back to the salon every other day, just to see Reza. He worked wonders on my body, not just with his grooming skills but his way in the bed. I had never cum so much in my life. It seemed like a new adventure every time he touched me. My body craved his touch and his cock. I wanted it all the time. The more he fucked me, the more I wanted. I never thought of myself as someone with a high sex drive, but being with him changed all of that. My whole body tingled every time he touched it, and all I wanted was more.
The next day, I got up from bed and thought about Reza. I wondered what it would feel like if he waxed my body. Would the feeling be enough to make me cum? I took a quick shower, dressed, and went to the salon.
I walked through the door and was greeted by a cute girl at the desk. I gave her my name, and she told me that Reza was ready for me. I walked to his station and sat in the chair waiting. He wasn't long to follow, and he greeted me with a kiss on my mouth.
"Mmm. How are you feeling today, Rishaad?" He said as his hands moved down my body.
"I'm feeling good. What do you have in mind for me today?"
His hands stopped at my crotch, and I felt him stroke my cock through my jeans. "Let's wax your body today, then a massage, manicure, and a pedicure. Finally, a blowjob. You can decide in what order you'd like to do it." His hands moved up to my face as he stared into my eyes. His grey eyes were deep and full of lust. It made my cock harder. His lips pressed against mine, his tongue moving over my bottom lip before he pulled away.
"Hmm... Let's do it in the order you said. The wax first."
"Excellent choice," he said as he led me to a different room in the back. "You can undress in here and meet me in the room next door."
He left, and I quickly undressed and grabbed a towel. I opened the door to the other room, and Reza was sitting on a table waiting for me. He told me to sit across from him as he grabbed a pot that was on a table next to him.
"This is hot wax," he told me as he took out a spatula. "I'll put it on your body, and then I'll pull it off with the strips. Are you ready?"
I nodded. His hands were quick and soon my chest was covered in wax. He ripped the wax off and smiled. "That was good, right? It felt good."
I nodded, and he continued the process. He did my arms, legs, and ass. The feeling of his hands moving over me was almost enough to send me over the edge.
He stopped after my ass and ran his hand over it. His hands moved down and between my legs, his fingers running over my cock. "Mmm... Your cock is hard."
I looked up at him, and his eyes were on mine. "It's because of you," I whispered as I grabbed his hand and placed it against my lips. I licked it softly before sucking his finger in my mouth. He moaned softly and moved his hand in and out of my mouth.
"I love your mouth, Rishaad," he said as he pulled his hand out of my mouth. "Come to the massage room. Let me rub lotion on you." He took a step back, and his gaze raked my body. "Damn. You look sexy with your waxed body."
I blushed, feeling my cheeks heat up. His eyes were making me feel alive and sexy. I stood up and followed him to another room. He told me to lie on the table, and he got to work. His hands were on my arms as he squeezed the lotion into his hand. "Let me rub this lotion all over your body. It feels good." His hands moved slowly and rubbed the lotion all over my arms and shoulders. I moaned softly at the feeling.
His hands moved down to my back, rubbing the lotion on me. "This is the best lotion and it will keep your skin hydrated." His hand moved down my back to my ass, where he rubbed in slow circles. "I love the feel of your skin. You should wax every week."
I moaned at the feel of his hands on me. His hands made me feel alive and happy. "Maybe," I said as I felt my cock rub against the table. I wanted him to touch me, but he was taking his time.
"I love your ass," he whispered in my ear. "It's sexy and delicious. I can't wait to feel it wrapped around my cock."
His words made me moan softly, and my breath hitched. I couldn't wait for it to happen either. His hands moved around to my stomach and rubbed it in slow circles. He did that for a while, and then he asked me to turn over. I did and watched as he squeezed some lotion into his hand.
He started at my shoulders and worked his way down my chest. His hands were soft and gentle, and it felt amazing. He spent extra time on my nipples, making me whimper with pleasure. They were hard and sensitive from his touch, and I wanted more.
"Damn, your nipples are sensitive," he whispered as he pinched one in his fingers. "Like that?"
"Yes," I breathed out. "That feels amazing." I couldn't keep the moan out of my voice as his hand pinched my nipple between his fingers.
His hand rubbed lotion on my stomach, working its way down to the top of my briefs. "Take them off, Rishaad." He stood back and looked at me, waiting for me to obey.
I slowly removed them, exposing my hard cock to him. He licked his lips as his eyes stayed on me. "Fuck, you look sexy."
His hand reached out and gently caressed me. I whimpered as he wrapped his hand around me. "Mmm. This is what I've been wanting," he said as his hand slowly stroked me.
His hand felt like heaven. I reached my hand up to run through his hair, enjoying the feeling of him stroking me. "Rishaad," he said as he bent over and kissed me. His lips tasted like heaven as our tongues touched.
His other hand came around my body and started to stroke my balls. "You're so sexy," he whispered as his mouth kissed my neck and ear. "I can't get enough of you." His hand stroked me faster and harder as he whispered into my ear. "Cum for me, Rishaad."
His lips were on mine as I cummed all over his hand. "Damn, that feels amazing," I moaned out as he kept stroking my cock until I was done.
"Fuck, you taste so good," he said as my cum covered his fingers and lips. I smiled at the look of lust on his face. He stood up and wiped his hand on my chest. "Turn over." His voice had a hard edge to it, and I knew he was ready for the next part.
I got into position again and watched as he got naked. His body was strong and sexy as he stood there naked in front of me. My breath hitched when his cock came into view. He was hard and ready. I wanted him so bad.
He squeezed some lube into his hands and slowly stroked himself with it. "Mmm, you look good," he whispered as he stroked himself. He walked over to me and slowly rubbed the tip of his cock up and down my ass crack, coating me with the lube. He moaned out when he rubbed against my hole with the head of his cock. "Damn, Rishaad. I'm so hard for you."
His cock rubbed against my hole, slowly pressing inside. "Fuck, it feels good," he moaned out.
I closed my eyes and let him have control of my body. His cock slowly pressed inside of me and filled me up. I let out a loud moan as he sank deeper into me. "Mmm... it feels amazing. Fuck me, Reza. Make me yours."
He bent over my body and kissed me, his mouth tasting like heaven as his tongue entered mine. He started to fuck me slow and steady until I couldn't take anymore. "Fuck me, Reza," I said between kisses.
"Mmm. Anything you want," he moaned.
He picked up speed until I could feel myself on the edge. "I'm close," I moaned.
"I'm going to make you cum so hard," he whispered in my ear.
His hands moved under my body to my cock, stroking me hard and fast. My ass was bouncing off his hips as he fucked me like an animal. I cried out in pleasure as he stroked and fucked me at the same time. I was so close.
"Reza, fuck," I cried out. "I'm going to cum."
He grunted in my ear as he pressed deep inside of me. "Cum, baby."
I arched my back as my body exploded with pleasure. I couldn't scream anymore as my whole body shuddered from pleasure. Reza grunted with each thrust as I milked his cock for all the cum I could. I felt him getting bigger inside of me as he got closer to cumming. He pushed deep inside of me, bottoming out and pressing against my prostate.
"Fuck! I'm going to cum," he said between thrusts.
"Cum inside of me," I begged.
His cock felt so good inside of me as his balls slapped against me with each thrust. I felt myself getting closer to the edge again as he started to get closer to cumming.
"Fuck, you feel amazing," he whispered in my ear. His hips moved faster and faster until he cried out, "Rishaad!"
I felt the hot liquid of his cum fill me up as he buried himself deep inside of me. My cock twitched with pleasure as his cum splashed against my insides and he pressed against my prostate. It felt amazing as he grunted with pleasure and shook through his orgasm. I felt myself going over the edge as another wave of pleasure crashed over me.
"Reza!" I cried out.
He held me close to his body, his cock still inside of me as we both came down from the high. I could feel the cum leaking out of me and dripping down my thighs. "Damn, that felt good," he said as his cock slipped out of me.
"Mmm..." was all I could get out. The only thought in my head was him.
He turned me to look at him as he smiled. He brushed a lock of hair out of my face as he looked at me. "Are you alright?"
I smiled as my mind came back to the moment. "Yeah. That was amazing." He helped me stand as he pulled his pants up and fixed his shirt. I did the same and zipped my pants up. We both sat in our respective chairs looking at each other.
"See you next time?" he asked as we both stood up.
I nodded as I hugged him. "Definitely."
He kissed my forehead, his lips warm against my skin. "I'll make sure to save us the room with the mirrors. You look amazing in them." He said as he pushed a strand of hair back behind my ear.
I smiled at the compliment. "Thanks, I loved looking in them."
"Good. You are definitely a client I want back."
"Mmm, me too."
We said our goodbyes and parted ways. My next appointment couldn't come soon enough. I was ready for round two.
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