Full-Service Barber By Mister J
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This story is a work of fiction catering to people with certain kinks. Some characters may call other characters "faggot" or any variations of the word. If this content offends you, this is not for you. Do not read and complain about it after. You have been warned.
Description:
A closeted hardware store owner needed a haircut before getting ready for a fancy dinner with his wife for their thirteenth wedding anniversary.
A hot muscular black man was at the shop instead of his regular barber.
While getting his haircut, something soft and meaty kept pressing on him.
Will he pretend nothing happened or get more than just a haircut?
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"HAVE a seat, bro." The black man, built like a football player, gestured toward the cushioned bench against the wall. "I'm almost done with his haircut."
Who's this guy? Where's Tony?
I closed the heavy glass door, which rang the bell above it, and went to take a seat.
The buzz-cut man resumed his work on a middle-aged white guy sitting in the shop's only barber's chair.
A small pole with red, white, and blue stripes spun on the upper left corner of the mirror.
Maybe Tony was sick and asked this guy to take care of his customers today.
At least the guy was hot. A welcomed change from seeing Tony's fat ass whenever I come here.
The barber's tight black wifebeater showed off his tattooed arms from shoulder to wrist. A thin gold necklace hung around his neck, contrasting his dark brown skin.
And, damn! The bulge in the front of his gray sweatpants was impressive.
While waiting my turn, I couldn't help but stare at his crotch.
"Next." the muscle-bound barber said.
I snapped out of my trance and got off the bench. "Oh, that's me."
"Have a seat. I'll be right with you." He shook the hair off the cape before going to the counter to process the other guy's payment.
After sitting on the bulky barber's chair, I looked at myself in the mirror and combed my fingers through my slick back hair.
At thirty-five, some gray has mixed with black. It stressed me out. But my wife loved it, especially the ones in my beard.
The bell on the door rang after the customer left.
"So, what can I do for you today?" The barber covered me with the black cape.
"A haircut and beard grooming. Look at this." I opened my phone and showed him a picture. "That's how Tony usually cuts my hair."
"Are you a regular?" He started working on my hair.
"Yeah." I sat still and looked at him in the mirror. "Where's the fat bastard, anyway? Are you filling in for the day?"
"The shop's mine now. He sold it to me."
"Oh, I didn't know. I haven't been around for a while. That's why I needed a haircut."
"He wasn't able to tell anyone because he needed to move to Seattle to take care of his sick father." The barber offered his hand. "I'm Omar."
I brought my hand out from under the cape and shook it. "Miguel."
Omar resumed cutting my hair. "Is this just a regular haircut, or are you getting ready for a special occasion?"
"My wife and I are having dinner at Chef Dino's. It's our thirteenth wedding anniversary."
"Fancy. Happy Anniversary, Bro. I hope my fiancee and I will last as long or longer."
"Thanks, man. Have you two set a date?"
"Nothing definite yet. But we're thinking most likely after the baby comes. She's seven months pregnant."
My phone vibrated inside my pocket.
I brought it out to see if it was my wife with last-minute instructions before I went home to get ready.
It was from Jason.
The preview of the message showed an eggplant and peach emoji.
My heart thumped inside my chest.
Before the straight barber saw, I put the phone back under the cape.
After our first encounter at the house, I had sex with the plumber multiple times. I would usually go to his place or sometimes to his office on the pretense of delivering plumbing supplies from my hardware store. His employees had no idea their boss fucked me from behind while bent over the desk.
The phone on the counter rang.
"Bro, I'll be right back."
"Go ahead, man."
Omar walked away.
While he talked on the phone, I replied to Jason's message: `I can't. Dinner plans with my wife.'
`Don't you rather want to eat this?'
A picture of the dick I've been sucking for the past few weeks showed on the thread.
Shit!
My dick came alive inside my boxers.
I turned the phone over and looked toward Omar.
He lifted a finger and mouthed, "One sec."
After giving him a thumbs up, I typed a reply: `I can't. Anniversary.'
"Sorry about that, Bro." Omar stood on my right, holding a beard clipper. "I don't have a receptionist yet."
I shoved my phone back into my pocket. "It's okay, man. I know what it's like when you're understaffed."
My phone vibrated again.
But I ignored it.
"You have your own business?"
"I own Chavez and Son."
"That big hardware store near here?" He whistled.
While running the device through my beard, something soft and meaty pressed against my elbow.
My whole body tensed at the unexpected contact.
Blood rushed to my dick, tightening my pants.
Oh, my fucking god. Was that Omar's dick?
The bulge in his sweatpants lifted off.
I relaxed and discreetly adjusted myself under the cape.
"Did you see the basketball game last night, Bro?" He asked.
Pretending nothing happened, I said, "It's fucking crazy, man. I lost a bet with one of my buddies."
Omar went to my left while talking about the awesome plays last night.
I grunted and nodded to whatever he said, distracted by the phantom pressure of his dick on my elbow.
Stop overthinking it. He didn't do it on purpose. It was just an accident. "Are you okay?"
I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at him holding the beard trimmer. "Yeah, sorry. I just remembered something."
"Don't worry, Bro. All I need to do is shave the edges, then you can go home and get ready for your dinner with the missus." He reclined the chair, making it almost horizontal, and went to the mirror.
I held onto the armrest in silence.
Omar returned with a small can of shaving cream and stood next to the chair, squeezing some on his fat fingers.
His massive bulge was inches from my face. An outline of his dick showed on the sweatpants.
Heat spread throughout my entire body, making my arousal more intense.
Good thing the cape hid my crotch, or he would have seen the teepee under it.
As he leaned over, his dick pressed on my arm and stayed there while applying the cream to my cheeks and neck.
My heart pumped faster, sending more blood into my raging dick.
I wanted to grab the straight barber's meat and massage it. But instead, pushed my arms into his dick without making it too obvious.
Jolts of electricity traveled all over my body as more of the black man's fat sausage touched my skin.
Closing my eyes, I gripped the chair tight and savored the feel of it, wishing it stayed on me longer.
Omar stepped away, taking his dick with him.
No! Don't go.
I sagged on the chair and squeezed my hard-on under the cape while he couldn't see.
He picked up a straight razor from the mirror, leaned over me, and started shaving the edges of my beard.
While trying to stay completely still, I avoided looking at his stubbled face.
The beefy black man moved closer to shave the other side of my neck, pressing his bulge against the back of my hand.
I gasped, and my whole body stiffened.
Oh, god.
"Are you okay?" He made eye contact before checking my neck. "It doesn't look like I nicked you."
"No, I'm okay. I was just surprised. That's all."
His dick stayed pressing on me as Omar resumed.
Sledgehammers pounded inside my chest.
My dick twitched, and precum leaked out, soaking my boxers.
Was he doing it on purpose? Does he want me to...? If I'm wrong, I'll have to find a new barber when I leave the hospital.
Oh, fuck it! I'm doing it.
Slowly, I rubbed the back of my fingers against the meaty bulge.
Omar kept working, unfazed by my actions.
I continued but with more pressure.
"Miguel, if you tease the snake, it might get angry."
Without moving my hand off his dick, I looked up at him.
My heart pumped a million times a minute.
"Can you handle the snake when it's angry?"
"Y-yes."
A smirk showed on his face. "Just let me finish this."
I nodded.
Omar wiped off the excess foam with a towel when he finished.
My erection pushed against my pants like it would burst out like an alien from a movie.
He returned the chair to its upright position and removed the cape from me.
"What if customers come in?" I asked.
"Easy." Omar went to lock the door.
While waiting in silence, I vibrated with excitement.
After pulling the blinds down, the muscular black man stood next to the chair.
I grabbed and massaged the sizeable bulge through the sweatpants.
He cocked his chin at the massive tent on my crotch. "Looks like someone wanted to make my snake angry this whole time."
"You're the one who's been pressing his dick into me."
"It's because I knew you were a fag the moment you came in. And you've been staring at my crotch while waiting for your turn."
"How did you...?
"The shop is full of mirrors. You think I wouldn't notice the fag who keeps looking at my dick?"
Fuck! Am I that obvious when checking guys out? I need to be more careful.
"It's a good thing you came in. With my fiancee pregnant, I need someone who can take care of my dick. You want to do it for me?"
"Oh, god, yes."
"What are you waiting for?" Omar put both hands on his hips, showing off the muscular tattooed arms.
I shoved my hand inside his sweatpants and stroked him through his underwear.
"Look at you," the straight barber scoffed. "Pretending to be straight by getting ready to celebrate your wedding anniversary with your wife. But right now, your hand is inside another man's pants, holding his cock."
"It's a big cock, man. It's not even hard yet."
"You like big cocks?"
"Yeah." I nodded.
"How about big black cocks?"
"Even better." I inserted my fingers in the waistband of his sweatpants and pushed them down until they dropped to his ankle.
The shape of a meaty dick pointing down pushed the front of his white briefs.
I resumed stroking him through the cotton.
"Go ahead, fag. Show me how much you want it."
I pulled the elastic and hooked it under his low-hanging balls.
A full bush of pubes surrounded the black, cut dick.
Using underhand, I wrapped my fingers around the fat shaft and jacked him off.
Omar pushed his briefs halfway down his thighs. "Yeah, that's it. Make my dick hard."
I leaned over the side of the chair, took his dick into my mouth, and started bobbing.
He gasped and gripped the hair behind my head.
While holding onto his thighs, I sucked the barber's dick harder.
His dick grew between my lips.
"Motherfucker! Your mouth feels so good." He pulled his wifebeater up and hooked it on his neck, revealing more tattoos on his ripped torso.
I produced more spit to make the blowjob wetter and smoother.
"You're fucking talented. Better than my fiancee or any bitch I've been with. Have you sucked a lot of cocks before?"
"Let's just say this is not the first cock I've sucked." I resumed sucking while sliding a hand up and down his abs, feeling the contours of the solid muscles in my palm.
Omar's hard dick filled my mouth.
"Where were you the past couple of months? I could've used this amazing mouth when I needed it."
I held onto the base and stroked the spit-slicked shaft. "If I knew you would let me, I would have visited sooner, man."
He put his dick back in my mouth. "Don't worry. You can make up for it by coming here whenever I tell you. Do you want that?"
"Mm-hm," I mumbled with his dick in my mouth.
"Whenever I don't have a customer, come over and service me. I may even make you when I have customers so you can service them, too."
Fuck!
I moaned at the thought of being passed around by different strangers.
Omar chuckled, "Someone likes the idea. Let's see if I can make that happen."
As I continued sucking, I jacked the bottom half for added stimulation.
"Fuck, I miss getting good blowjobs like this."
I took him out of my mouth and slid my lips on the side of the shaft, from base to head.
"Get back on that dick." He gripped my hair and made me suck him again. "Take it all."
Adjusting my mouth, I tried to take more.
With his hand behind my head, he pulled me into his crotch, burying his meat deeper.
The head hit the back of my throat, activating my gag reflex.
But instead of pulling away, I took more until it went down my esophagus.
A hand touched my neck. "Damn! I can feel my dick stretching your throat."
While the big black cock plugged my airway, I looked up at him.
"Such a talented cocksucker." Omar petted my head. "From now on, I'll feed you my dick every chance."
I pulled away to catch my breath and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
He pushed his briefs down to the ankles, stepped out of his sweatpants and shoes, and stood in front of the chair. His big black cock pointed up at an angle like a flag pole on the side of a building.
I wrapped my hand around it and stroked it.
Precum collected at the tip.
"Look at what you did to my cock, you fag. It's leaking." Omar swiped the clear liquid with a finger and shoved it between my lips.
I sucked the sticky man-juice off his fat finger.
He pulled it out and pointed to his meat. "Clean that up."
Leaning forward, I sucked his leaking dick into my mouth.
More of the salty nectar burst inside my mouth.
"Fuck!" Omar leaned against the mirror's counter.
I held the dick at the base and swirled my tongue around the head.
He gripped the counter tighter.
As my tongue ran the sides of the shaft, I slid my hand up his muscular torso until it reached his nipples.
"Yes, play with them."
After taking the dick back in my mouth, I rubbed the erect nubs between my fingers.
Omar thrust his hips, burying his dick in my throat with each bob. "This mouth is the best. I wonder if the other end feels good, too. Do you get fucked?"
"Mm-hm."
He pulled out. A long rope of spit stretched from his dick to my mouth. "Take your clothes off. I'm gonna fuck that pussy."
I got off the chair and removed my clothes.
Omar turned me around, facing the mirror, and bent me at the waist.
I grabbed the counter and looked at him in the mirror. "Do you have lube?"
"We can use this." He grabbed the bottle of beard oil in front of me.
"That would be better than nothing."
After putting some on his fat finger, he pressed it against my hole and pushed in, stretching me open.
I shut my eyes at the intrusion.
The digit started slowly moving in and out. "I've never fucked a man's pussy before. Can you take my big black cock, fag?"
"Yes." I nodded. "Just loosen me up first."
Another finger went in.
"I bet I'm not the first black man you've had."
"No."
"You're such a fucking slut for cock."
Once he had three fingers fucking me, he pulled out and put some beard oil on his dick.
I looked at him behind my shoulder. "Please, put that big black cock inside me, man."
"Don't worry. I'm gonna stuff your pussy good." Omar slapped my ass cheek and pushed the head through my hole.
"Fuck! That's a big cock." I gripped the counter.
His dick stretched my anal ring with each inch.
"You're so fucking tight!"
"Tighter than your fiancee's?" I asked.
"Tighter than any bitch I fucked." He put one hand on my hip and pushed his length further in.
"Loosen it up with that big black cock. Wreck it until I walk funny while taking my wife to dinner later."
Omar growled and started fucking slowly.
I wrapped my fingers around my dick and stroked myself to match his pace. "Yes, keep going. Fuck my pussy, man."
"Look at you." He grabbed onto my shoulder and fucked into me faster. "Trying to fool people you're straight and macho, but what you really are is a faggot who wants real men to use your pussy. Am I right?"
"Yes."
"Say it. I want to hear you say what you really are."
"I'm a faggot who wants real men to use my pussy."
Omar fucked me harder and faster until his dick bottomed out inside me. He would pull until only the head remained and slam the whole thing into me in one go.
I braced myself on the counter.
The slapping of flesh, mixed with my whimpers and his grunts, filled the barbershop.
He pulled out. "Get up on the chair and stick that ass out."
I climbed up and knelt, facing the backrest, arching my back to present my gaping hole to the straight barber.
"You have the best pussy ever." Omar stabbed his big black cock back inside me and started fucking again. "I can't believe I've never had it before."
"It's yours now, man. Fuck it anytime you want. You can use me as your cumdump even after your fiancee gives birth."
The chair shook with each thrust.
I grabbed on to keep myself from falling over.
At this angle, his dick rubbed against my prostate.
"Oh, shit! Keep fucking me right there."
Omar bent forward, pressing his chest against my back, and grabbed my shoulder while pounding me from behind.
"Please, you're getting me close."
"Did you let Tony fuck your pussy like this, too? Admit it. The fat bastard has been fucking your ass for a long time."
"No, he never fucked me."
"I bet you wished he did," he whispered in my ear.
"Oh, god, yes. I fantasized about him pinning me down with his massive body, helpless while getting fucked. Shit, I'm cumming!"
My dick exploded, shooting cum on the leather backrest and the seat until nothing more came out.
"Fuck, I'm gonna shoot, too." He shoved every inch of his black cock inside me.
"Breed me, man. Make me go to my anniversary dinner with your load inside me. Mark me as yours."
"Ah! Here it comes." Omar let go, injecting his creamy load inside me with each slam of his hips. "Take it all."
After draining his balls into me, he stopped thrusting but kept it inside me.
"That was fucking intense," he said.
Our sweaty bodies pressed together while we caught our breaths.
Once we recovered, Omar pulled out and gave me the towel he used to wipe the shaving cream off my face.
I cleaned my jizz off the chair with it.
After putting our clothes back on, I paid him and walked toward the door. I need to go home and get ready for my anniversary dinner.
"Hey, Miguel."
I looked behind me after grabbing the handle.
"If you need my services again, you know where to find me." Omar grabbed his crotch and winked.
Miguel's encounters will continue...
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