I went to Floyd’s barbershop this morning for a head shave and beard trim. I enjoy going to Floyd’s as they are LGTQ friendly and I also enjoy watching the barbers, some of them quite attractive, tend to their male customers. This morning I had a chance to take in various hot men getting haircuts, beard trims, faces and/or heads shaved. There was more than enough testosterone in the shop, that’s for sure.
There was one barber chair that particularly caught my attention. Sitting in it was a man in his early 40’s, reddish brown hair and beard. He was getting a hair cut and beard trim. Deep brown eyes, such a rugged smile. I could see under the barber’s apron he had athletic hairy legs as he wore gym shorts and white and blue Nike’s. For me, as a faggot bottom, I sense Alpha vibes, and he was giving off plenty of them. Watching him get his hair cut and his beard trimmed was hot, I could tell he enjoyed getting serviced.
Let’s talk about the barber, though. In his own way, also giving off Aloha vibes. About 6 feet tall, mid-30’s, jet black hair and a substantial beard. He wore a black v-neck that fit over his tight chest well; his left arm covered in a tat sleeve, the right had a dragon on his forearm, his bicep also had something going on but couldn’t quite see it due to the fabric of the v-neck. I could see also his chest was tatted up because there was ink in the visible part of the v-neck. He wore jeans, but I could only see his tight ass because his front was forward facing. He looked of Italian decent based on his facial features. I think I heard another barber call him Vinnie.
I sat and observed all of this masculinity and my caged dick was leaking and my butt hole was sending strong signals sending my libido to a high level.
As luck would have it, Vinnie’s customer was finally finished and I was called up into his chair.
“What are we doing today?”
“A head shave and beard trim, Sir”
I caught myself after I said it, and I guess I feel so inferior to real men that “Sir” blurts out of my mouth without even thinking twice about it.
I saw Vinnie look at me through the mirror with a new perspective. And, I was wearing a rainbow bracelet on my right wrist, so it wouldn’t take much to put 2 and 2 together.
“Yeah, let’s get your head shave done first and then the beard trim, how does that sound…boy.”
It was absolutely intentional that he called me “boy”, and it wasn’t lost on me.
“Yes, Sir. That sounds great.”
Vinnie buzzed the hair on my head and then wrapped it in a warm towel. As it set there for a few seconds he whispered in my ear.
“Don’t think I didn’t notice you checking out my last customer”, and a wry smile appeared on his face as he removed the towel.
I blushed and said softly, “guilty as charged, Sir.”, and I blushed slightly.
Vinnie layered my head in hot lather and just as I felt the razor blade make contact he said, “and you were checking me out, too, weren’t you, boy?”
I was trying not to move my head for this very precise and delicate procedure. A slip of his hand could result in a large nick or something worse. With just using my mouth I said, “Yes, Sir”.
Vinnie kept at it, giving my bald head the close shave I was paying for, but he continued the conversation.
“You faggots come in here all the time just to perve on the customers and barbers. I guess Grindr isn’t your thing, don’t wanna perve on your phone?”
“I don’t have Grindr, Sir.”
Vinnie was speaking in a louder tone now, I was sure the guy in the chair next to mine heard Vinnie use the word “faggots” in his last sentence which definitely caused a small head turn in my direction.
“You ever hook up with anyone here? I know you’ve been here before.”
Vinnie was done shaving my head and polished it with tea tree oil.
“No, I haven’t, Sir”
“Let me use the trimmer on your beard and then I’ll shape it up.”
Vinnie began to take the trimmer to my face and then asked, “so you’ve never hooked up with anyone here? Interesting. Bet you’d like to change that, wouldn’t you boy?”
Again I was holding my head still and mouthed, “I wouldn’t say no”
Vinnie finished trimming my beard and now it was time for the straight razor to get my neck line and cheek lines.
“I’ve never had a faggot sit in this chair say no. I don’t think a real faggot would ever say no. It’s not in their DNA.”
Vinnie was becoming more animated and raising his voice volume slightly. The guy sitting next to me turned his head again and Vinnie outright asked him, “you ever meet a faggot that said no to dick? It’s just not possible, don’t you agree?”
“Oh yeah”, the man said. “100% agree.”
Vinnie turned his attention back me and began to shave my neckline.
“See, he knows what’s right. Today is my lucky day. You could have been sitting in any of these other chairs today, but you’re in mine. That’s fate if you ask me. And, you’re a Floyd’s virgin. We gotta change that.”
“Yes Sir”, was all I could say as my head was in his large hand and the sharp razor scraping my face.
“I knew you’d agree. You’re my last customer before break so I’m gonna take you back to the supply closet and break you in. Seriously, I haven’t cum in a week. It’s like god sent you here today. It’s no coincidence a faggot comes in here and sits in my chair. It’s a sign.”
My own Italian family were strong believers in signs and fate, he was raised with the same ideology, so I related to this line of thinking.
Fuck me, I tried to relax as Vinnie put the finishing touches on my face, but instead I became anxious and overwhelm. I felt my face sting a little when Vinnie hit me with after shave.
“Looks like my work here is done, boy. Now it’s time I put you to work. Follow me.”
The customer and the barber next to us both chuckled because they knew what was about to go down in the supply closet. In fact the other barber said, “enjoy yourself, Vinnie”, and slapped his back.
It made me wonder if the was a common thing at Floyd’s Barber Shop. Nobody seemed to think this was out of the ordinary except for me.
Vinnie opened the door to the large supply closet and shut the door behind me. He took a couple of steps in and there was another door that he opened. Much to my surprise, it was like a small bedroom. There was a queen sized bed, a small nightstand, and even off to the side an en suite full bath.
“Looks like Richie forgot to change the sheets when he brought a faggot back here this morning, but that’s ok, we’ll manage.”
I just looked around the little room and was taking this in. I never expected to find myself there, but here we were.
“What are you waiting for? Get my dick out? Come on, I shouldn’t have to tell you what to do? You look like you’re an experienced faggot. Act like one.”
“Yes Sir”
I took to my knees in the shaggy carpet and pulled Vinnie’s fat uncut Italian sausage from his jeans. It was sizable easily over seven inches semi erect, and plump. His shaft rested on large meatballs. They were shaved smooth and his dark bush was trimmed neatly.
I pulled Vinnie’s foreskin back and placed his shaft in my mouth. Mmmm he tasted good. I mix if sweatband musk infiltrated my nose and my inner faggot was awoken. Vinnie shocked his shirt and began to pinch his nipples as I fellated him.
“Oh yeah. I knew I picked a good one. That feels so good. That’s it, swallow my dick. Fuck yeah.”
As Vinnie’s cock grew harder and thicker in my mouth swallowing it became more challenging, but I was determined to conquer the beast. Vinnie helped me along by pushing the back of my freshly shaven head downward as his shaft opened my throat and slid in like a tight fleshlight.
“I knew you could do it! Oh fuck. That’s awesome. Relax your throat, boy, I’m gonna fuck it. Hold on to my ass and feel me fucking your faggot throat.”
Vinnie’s ass was very hairy, and very substantial. It was obvious he put in some glute work at the gym. I breathed through my nose and head on as i let Vinnie shaft me like a sex toy. My saliva dripped down my bearded chin. Vinnie bend a tight grip on my head now, pushing down even harder until my chin was resting in his balks and my nose was up in his pubes. Then he began to move his hips again and nearly passed out from lack of air.
Vinnie let go for a second and I was gasping for breath. My breathing was strained. I took deep breaths. His hard cock dangled in my face and although I probably should have taken a few more seconds, I couldn’t help myself. I needed to feel that cock embedded in my throat once more. I got back on my knees, opened wide and dove on it.
“Oh fuck. Look at you, faggot! Hooked on my dick already. Yeah, show me how hungry you are for my big dick!”
I began to moan as I orally serviced my barber. I looked upward and watched Vinnie take pleasure in using me. His eyes were closed, his right hand pinching his left nipple, his left hand pinching his right nipple. His chest was full of dark, dense, hair.
Vinnie must have sensed me looking at him, he sneered and pulled his cock out of my face.
“Let me see that ass, faggot. I can’t decide to breed your ass or your mouth.”
I stood up, pulled my jeans down and bent over the bed. I had in a royal blue Bike jock.
Vinnie planted his hand on my ass and began to rub it and smack it around a little.
“Well fuck me. You’re the real deal. A faggot always ready for dick, just how I like it. I’m definitely cumming up your ass, faggot. Fuck yes!”
Vinnie swatted my exposed ass five more times, each one increasingly harder and it began to pleasantly sting a little. My motto has always been don’t bother unless you make it hurt when it came to spanking, and Vinnie wasn’t holding back.
“I wish I had more time to really make your ass pink but I gotta get going soon. Reach into that drawer in the nightstand, there should be a bottle of lube in there.”
There was a bottle of Swiss Navy lube. I reached back and handed it to Vinnie. I heard him pump some on his hand and he first used a couple of fingers to wet my hole a little, then he pumped more and coated his dick.
Vinnie pulled me back so my hole was just at the edge of the mattress. He stood behind me, spread my ass to find my ass ring and pushed his fat cock inside just an inch. The initial entry did feel a little painful but I knew after a few seconds it was gonna be great.
I arched my back and raised my ass upward signaling I was ready for more of Vinnie’s inches. He slid his slicked up dick down to the hilt and just left it there for a few seconds.
“Ohhh, what a great hole. Your ass feels so good wrapped around my fat cock. You like that, faggot?” Vinnie asked as I was swatted again.
“Yes Sir. Your big cock feels so good inside me!”
I think that’s the most words I’ve said since I sat in his chair, but I needed him to know I was loving it.
“Of course you do. I’m definitely not gonna last long. This ass is too good and I haven’t cum in a week. Your ass is gonna drown in my spunk!”
Vinnie began to pull his cock in and out in a steady pace, not too fast or too slow, just enough for it to feel great for both of us and Vinnie careful not to cum just yet.
“Bounce back on my dick, faggot. I wanna watch you taking my dick.”
I turned my head back and watched Vinnie pinch his nipples again with his eyes fixated on my ass as I rode his fuck stick.
Vinnie slapped my ass, “milk my dick. Make me fill that faggot hole! Come on! Ride it, boy!”
Vinnie began to slap my ass like I was a horse in the derby, prodding me to squeeze my ass and ride him harder and faster.
“That’s it, oh fuck. Don’t stop! Ride me, faggot! You’re gonna make me fucking jizz inside you. You want me to breed that ass?”
“Fuck yes! Please!”
Vinnie slapped my stinging right ass cheek repeatedly, each slap making ne go faster and I was panting as I ground my fuck sleeve over his hard cock.
“Oh FUCK! Keep going! You’re gonna make me cum, faggot! Oh fuck! OHHHHH FUCK! HERE IT CUMS. OHHhhh fuck! Feel me seeding your ass, faggot! Oh fuck! Oooohhhhh fuucccck!”
Vinnie stopped slapping my butt and rested his hands on my hips as he finished unloading his pent up seed up my ass. I maintained a tight grip as I used my sphincter muscle to milk his shaft dry.
When I sensed his cock was spent, I pulled off and spun around to clean off his sensitive cock. I used my tongue to swipe the cum in his foreskin and when I felt I’d gotten it all, I pulled his jeans up and tucked his cock back into his black boxer briefs.
Vinnie put his shirt back on and I pulled up my jeans. My hole was wet and I could feel his babies swimming inside me.
“Fuck, I needed that. Now you can say you’re no longer a Floyd’s virgin, haha.”
“Thanks, that was pretty hot.”
Vinnie gave me one more swat on the ass and said, come on, let’s get out of here.”
He quickly removed the sheets from the bed and threw them in a basket off to the side and we entered the supply closet, and then back out into the floor. The customer in the chair next to us was gone but the other barber snickered as we came closer.
“Vinnie, my man, you look so relaxed. Good for you.”, then he winked at me.
I went to settle up my tab and left Vinnie a hefty tip.
I probably should have asked the other barber if he wanted a turn but I didn’t want to be greedy.
