Tom[E], the Barber
The relationship between a man and his barber is a most crucial one. Aside from one's own father, it is the first real experience of male-to-male intimacy that a man will ever know. And in many cases, the only. It is a connection built on trust, respect, and loyalty. A bond, not easily broken, nor forged. Above all, it is a connection predicated on touch... Intimate touch. Artful touch. A man's touch. The barber/client relationship is one of vulnerability. It is the vulnerability in giving one's skill and talent to another's well being. Of literally putting yourself in the hands of another man, and trusting that he knows how to do you right. It is a leap of faith, built in trust, EVERY TIME a blade is put to the throat of a man. Every time the buzz of a clipper nips at his ear, or grazes his neck. Whoa! The connection between a man and his barber... is electric. It is powerful. Yet pure. It is the calmest, most therapeutic hour of any man's week. It is a restorative process, that which goes on between a man and his barber. Where literally one cut, one line, one shave can make a man anew. And that is exactly what TomE does for me. He makes me feel new.
"You're late... I was bout ready to dip out on your ass." TomE barked a me, as I strode in the shop, two hours after closing time.
"I know, TomE. I know." I said, as I sat in his chair as quickly as I could, before his crazy ass threw me out.
See, TomE was my barber, and he had been for some time now, nearly my whole adult life. And more than that, he had been my friend for even longer. We had grown up together. We ran the streets together. We got in trouble together. We knew each other very very well. And I knew if there was anything TomE hated more, it was when someone, as he puts it, "plays with his time". To TomE, time is money. And wasting either, was never a viable option to take with him. So if he gave you an appointment, a precious piece of time out of his busy schedule, where he expected [no needed] you to be in his chair, you had better damn be there. Otherwise, you'd have Hell to pay. TomE didn't play. Especially when it came to his time and his money. Missing an appointment with TomE was possible grounds for getting your ass kicked. And believe me, I've seen it happen. And TomE, being my boy and all, I've even joined in a few times, and threw a lick or two in solidarity.
You see, TomE was one of those [reformed street dudes]. The type that, though he's now a respectable business man, and to many a pillar in the community, he had a bit of a past. A past that gave him a reputation of being someone you didn't really want to mess with. Like I said, TomE and I ran the streets together. And as teenagers, we financed that by selling a little weed. But for me, my dad finding out and slapping me upside my head a few times was enough to make me straighten up and get on the right track. And I ended up going to college, and now I have a corporate job. But TomE was always a bit more committed to that life, than I was. So eventually he ended up graduating to selling coke [cocaine], and a lot of it. And when you're that deep into the street life, brute force becomes an integral part of your arsenal, especially when like TomE, you aren't too fond of guns. So becoming damn near Holyfield, was how TomE protected and maintained himself, when the streets, for him, was life. And it wasn't until after his second trip behind bars, and a pregnant girlfriend, that he finally decided to make a change in his life. But he still didn't forget, and neither did anyone else, how he handled things in the streets. TomE still had that street side. And he wasn't afraid, nor ashamed to let it out, when he had to. So I knew that me showing up late, especially after TomE stayed behind after closing, just to fit me in, I was gonna catch it. I knew he was gonna let me have it. But what I also knew, was that he'd wait for me anyway. I just had that effect on him.
"So you just gonna come in here and sit down, and not give me a hug." He said, with this sad pathetic puppy dog look on his face. I just laughed at him. Here TomE was this big intimidating looking guy. Six foot tall. Tats everywhere, and I mean everywhere, from his neck to his feet. And probably more muscles than brain cells. But here he was being all sensitive and needy, begging for a hug. But I stood up and obliged. He was my dude. And I knew [former] thug or not he was always a sensitive one. So I gave him his hug. And he held on to me tight, one hand firmly gripping the back of my neck, and his other arm wrapped tightly around my body. He hugged me like he hadn't seen me in years. But he hugged me like that every time he saw me. And it was always such a long and intense hug. And warm. And he always smelled great. A mix of barbicide, Polo cologne and the smell of a hard working man, was always his scent. And it was a comforting, intoxicating one. When he finally did let me go, I sat back in the chair, but I wasn't so sure I was ready for him to let me go.
"Yo Ryan, why the fuck can't you ever be on time?" He started in on me as soon as I sat back down.
"Man you know I stay busy. Work is crazy right now." I said, trying to muster up a little bit of sympathy from the man standing behind me [with access to all those sharp objects]. The truth was, work had been crazy for me lately. I had just gotten a big promotion, which meant a lot more money, a lot more power, but even less time away from the office. So I knew if anything, TomE could relate. He had just taken over ownership of this here shop. So I figured he'd give me at least a modicum of consideration for being a hard working man, like himself. Besides, he knew I had ways of making it up to him.
"Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. That's always the excuse." TomE said to me clearly unimpressed, as he expertly whipped the barber's cape, and it rippled over my body like a wave. Then he tied it behind my neck, [maybe a little too tight]. "You just full of shit Ryan, that's all." He said as he raise the chair to the perfect height.
"Yeah, but you love me though." I said, trying to be cute... Though visibly upset with me, I knew he couldn't resist. I knew he couldn't resist me at all. He couldn't resist my charms, my lips either. He grabbed me by my face and pulled my head back. Then he leaned down and kissed me. Hell, he damn near tried to suck the lips right off my face.
"You lucky I love these fucking lips boy." He said to me, as he bit my bottom lip, and let me go. Then he started on my cut...
When he was done cutting my hair, he gave me a mirror to check it out. "What you think babe?" TomE asked.
And very nonchalant, I responded, "You did good... as always." But that wasn't good enough for TomE. He needed praise.
"Good... that's all you got. Just Good." He said, with his eyes burning a hole in the back of my head. If looks could kill, TomE's ass would be back in jail. And I'd be six feet under. "Nigga it's amazing. It's beautiful." TomE said with this authoritative base in his voice, like his words were law. To him, his opinion was all that really mattered, when it came to his work. But deep down he needed the validation too. TomE was, for sure an artist, confident, but sensitive about his shit.
"It's alright." I said, this time even less enthusiastic than my first response. But really I just said it to get under his skin. It was actually a pretty dope haircut. But I knew the more I held out on the compliments, the more likely it was for TomE to blow up and really spaz. He was a real hot head. But I kinda got a kick out of it, when he spazzed out like that. [I know, I'm an asshole.] But I just thought he was so hilarious and cute when he got that way.
"Well if my cuts are just okay, then why the fuck do you and everybody else keep coming back here then?" He was really getting angry now. I figured, I had better stop picking with him, before her really went off.
"Well I don't know about them, but I come here for he service." I said, as I reached over and grabbed his dick. And suddenly a big smile lit up across his face. And something even bigger lit up in his pants.
"See man, you play too fucking much." He said, as he walked away with a little smirk on his face. Then he walked over and locked the door, and drew the blinds in the window.
As TomE walked back over to me, he slowly started taking off his clothes. First he took off his tshirt, revealing to me his hard muscled chest, and his abs. Boy, his stomach was like a brick wall. A brick wall made of fucking chocolate. He was just too damn sexy. His body was covered in dozens of tats, most of which he got in prison. Some were even in subtle honour to me. He had a big "R" with a circle around it on his chest. [You know the registered trade mark sign, ®]. He said that it was for me, because I left my mark on his heart, and he belonged to me. But it was a reach. He always made us out to be more than what we were. I told you he was always a sensitive one. But that still didn't mean that I didn't find that shit sexy as hell. And I loved licking it, every time we got together. His ink just tasted so good. Or maybe that was just him. Well anyway, he started taking off his pants. He undid his belt, and his jeans seemed to fall right to the floor. I don't know how, but somehow he managed to get out of his pants, without even attempting to take off his J's... So there he stood before me, in the middle of his empty shop: 6foot tall, hard tatted prison muscle, sexy ass dark chocolate skin, and in nothing but some tight black Calvin briefs and a pair of white Jordans on his feet. Yeah, that's TomE, my barber. And boy did he have a dick print that could save the world, 3times over.
TomE walked over to me. I was just sitting there staring at his sexy ass. My hand had long since drifted under that cape, into my suit pants, and found its place wrapped around my ten inch snake [my black mamba]. And I was slowly stroking, as TomE made his way over to my lap. When he got there, he grabbed me, with immense force, by the back of my freshly cut head, and pulled me in close. He pressed his lips against mine, and with no problem I let his tongue enter my mouth. All the while, I was fumbling around with the waistband of his briefs. Letting my fingers tip toe lower and lower, till the fabric rested snug in the space between his ass and his thighs. I just love that part of a man's body, for that matter, a woman's, when the ratio of ass and thigh is just perfect. And on TomE, it was.
"How you plan on paying me for my services tonight young man?" He whispered to me before giving me another kiss. Then he pulled at my bottom lip with his teeth, until I answered him. He was so fucking aggressive.
"You can take what you want... You can have it all." I said.
"Well, I take that as a challenge." He said. Then before I knew it, he was stepping out of his briefs, and climbing on top of me.
Slowly he lowered his body onto mine. He let his tight little hole rest right at the tip of my rock hard penis. Then slowly, he let himself drop the full length of my shaft. I held on to him, tight, so that he wouldn't fall, but also because it felt so good and I wanted him to know it. I wanted him to feel it, that I appreciated his work. But he knew. He knew what he was doing. He knew exactly what it took to make me squirm, to make my toes curl. This wasn't our first time. And it damn sure wasn't his first ride... He lowered his body down me further, til his ass was seated firmly in my lap. Then like a champ, he started lifting his body up and down, with amazing physicality. Up and down my dick, He rode me. Boy let me tell you, TomE knows how to ride a dick. And I showed him just how much I appreciated his talent, with a strong slap to his ass. Then I held on to it and squeezed it to no end. It started getting so good to me, I had to take control. I started raising his ass, his body, up and down my pole. Guiding him, stroking him. Hell, I used that man's body to stroke my own dick, just the way I liked it. And I was enjoying every minute of it, and so was he. But TomE was a controlling fuck. He wasn't letting me hold on to the reins for too long.
He climbed off of me. I was still hard as hell, and still fully clothed too. I looked so ridiculous sitting there with my dick sticking up out of my pants, and that cape scrunched up under my chin. But that didn't matter at this moment. What mattered was that I gave TomE a challenge. And he was sure as hell gonna step up to it with all the zeal in the world. He was such a competitive fuck. And aggressive too. I told him he could have whatever he wanted. And he was hell bent on getting every bit of it. He wanted my dick, so he took it. And now he wanted my body. And just as aggressively, he was gonna take that too.
"Stand up." He ordered me. I liked making him mad, so I didn't move an inch. I just stared at him, with this defiant smirk on my face. TomE worked a lot better when he was mad. He fucked a lot better that way too. "Get yo ass up." He said, this time grabbing me by my shirt, and with incredible force, pulling me to my feet. That angry shit turned me on way too much. He dragged me over to a mirror. I stared at his reflection in the glass, and in his eyes, I saw that beast that I loved. "Bend over." He said to me. I complied. Then he started rubbing all on me. Grinding and humping and slapping his big hardening 12 inch black dick all over my ass. He was aggressive as fuck. And this night he was in rare form. He ended up literally ripping my clothes apart. Tearing the seat of my pants and my underwear right away from my body to get to my ass. The whole time not saying a word, just gruntin' and growlin' like a rabid dog, as he lined his dick up to my opening hole. And then he forced his way inside me. I gasped when he did it. It was so intense. It felt so bad, so rough, but so damn good. He was fucking me like a maniac. Like he never had ass before. He didn't even try to finesse or caress me. He was just in his zone, taking what he wanted. And he was rough, hard, and deliberate about it. And I loved it. Cause a mad, angry, deliberate TomE, was a beast when it came to his clippers and his dick work. He was always gonna fuck and cut you just the way you needed to be. Just the way you want it. Just the way you like it. Because TomE really is the best barber in the world. And he always gives me just what I want, just what I need. Just what I love. And I've always loved me some TomE. So Again...
The relationship between a man and his barber is a most crucial one. Aside from one's own father, it is the first real experience of male-to male intimacy that a man will ever know. And in many cases, the only. It is a connection built on trust, respect, and loyalty. A bond, not easily broken, nor forged. Above all, it is a connection predicated on touch... Intimate touch. Artful touch. A man's touch. The barber/client relationship is one of vulnerability. It is the vulnerability in giving one's skill and talent to another's well being. Of literally putting yourself in the hands of another man, and trusting that he knows how to do you right. It is a leap of faith, built in trust, EVERY TIME a blade is put to the throat of a man. Every time the buzz of a clipper nips at his ear, or grazes his neck. Whoa! The connection between a man and his barber... is electric. It is powerful. Yet pure. It is the calmest, most therapeutic hour of any man's week. It is a restorative process, that which goes on between a man and his barber. Where literally one cut, one line, one shave can make a man anew. And that is exactly what TomE does for me. He makes me feel new. He makes me feel...... He makes me feel!
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