The Barber Shop

I sit back in the barber chair as he slips the cover-up around my chest and buttons it at my neck. I'm overdue for a haircut but life has just been too busy to stop. Until today. I'm heading down to meet friends in the City this weekend and figure I should clean up just in case a little magic strikes when I'm there.

I just recently turned 59 years. I'd say I'm a reasonably-sized caucasian male ... 5'10" and just under 180 pounds. My hair is not so full anymore - likely one of the reasons I've not be into the shop lately - and mostly grey. My typically well-groomed beard is mostly white with some hints of grey/black hair.

I've lived in this small town in the mountains about five years now. I just wanted to get away from the city and there is just enough here to call it home. The town is a dichotomy of new money moving out to the east and older, original blue collar families living to the west. I live pretty much in the middle, it just feels comfortable to me. I tend to shop and take care of regular business in the older part of town. Something inside me about supporting the locals that have been here longer than me.

And so I take a seat in the small hair salon / barber shop in the strip mall with a Mexican restaurant and a coffee shop. The two lady owners are working - one doing some kind of coloring on a woman and one cutting hair. There is also a young man cutting a teenagers hair. The ladies I know casually from prior visits but the young man is not familiar. They are all bantering some in Spanish and I admit to knowing very little of the language. So I wait with my phone and listen to the words and laughs. Soon enough, the young man asks me if I'm ready.

After fastening the cover-up, he asks me what type of cut. Short around the sides, a 2.5 shear, and just clean it up on top. It's getting thinner by the year but I still want to look good for the weekend trip to the City. I always get a good haircut here but there was something about the attention to details as he cut that caught my attention. We made small talk as he cut - he was born in the town but had left during his school years only to return four years ago after graduating high school.

It feels like I catch his eye a time or two while he cuts and trims and razors until he is satisfied with his work. He seems surprised by the generosity of the tip and thanks me. I ask his name, "Jesús" he replies and wishes me a good weekend in the City. I take one last look in the mirror as I slip my windbreaker on before heading out the door.

#

Six weeks has passed and I really don't need a haircut but I'd like to see if I get the same vibe from the young man that cut my hair previously. I checked to see when he'd be working in the afternoon and decided I just had to know. I can't say I had dwelled on him but he had crossed my mind more than a few times. I note a smile on his face as I walk into the salon in the late afternoon. It's just Jesús and one of the owners at this hour. I'm able to slide into his chair without having to wait.

Once again, the conversation is easy as he trims my hair and beard. He asks about my trip from my last visit and recalls how I liked my hair and beard without asking. I find myself picking up the same energy as the last time I visited.

"So Jesús, would you like to go for a beer after work?" I wasn't sure I would ask him but after the attention he paid to trimming my beard, I just felt like I had to ask. Thankfully, he gave me a slight smile and nodded he would. "The Mexican place?" I asked referring to the restaurant a couple doors down from the salon.

"We can or ... go down the road to a little place I sometimes go." It is the pause that catches my attention and makes me think he'd rather go down the road. I'm not certain why but it makes no difference to me where I drink if it means spending a bit more time with him. He is a handsome young Mexican man. He has warm eyes and clean shaven other than a slight mustache. He had said he plays soccer on the weekends with his friend and he looks to have the build for it, maybe 5'8" and 155 pounds or so.

After a couple beers and two rounds of chips, we both sense the time to leave is reaching us. I pay the pretty waitress and she gives him a kiss on the cheek as he stands.

"I would like to kiss you," I say to him as we stand between our trucks. At this point in life, I feel pretty confident about reading the signs right. He looks around like he is checking to see if anyone was watching then just nods. I lean forward and press my lips to his. His hand presses against my beard and I soon know this is not the first time he's kissed a man. Lips part and my tongue tastes his mouth as we kiss a bit harder in the parking lot. The sound of a truck over the rocks and he pulls away, stepping one step backwards. It's dusk but not dark.

"I'm not out ... some know, some don't, small town" he offers as an apology for abruptly ending our first kiss.

"It's fine, Jesús ... I understand." Saying to him as I rub at my chin, almost feeling his hand still rubbing it as we kissed. "So we can call it a night or ... " I let it hang for a moment, "or you can follow me to my house." He checks his watch as if he has somewhere to be a little after 7 then offers me his beautiful smile and says he will follow me. I gave him the address just in case then we both got into our trucks and turn over the engines.

Fifteen minutes back down the highway before I turn off and drive up a dirt road. There are a couple houses along the way but mine is at the end. Through the gate and into the garage. I can see Jesús' headlights pulling in right behind me. "It's pretty quiet back here - don't worry, no one will see your truck." He motions for me not to worry about it and follows me through the garage and into my backyard. The dusk became dark as we drove home but the outdoor lighting shines just enough light that he can look around and seeing the couches and fire pit. Another time, I'd offer to build a fire. Tonight - we already have a fire lit.

I grab a couple beers out of the fridge and lead him down the hall to the bedroom. I'm still holding both the cold bottles when Jesús subtly turns me around and kisses me. I find the table without looking and set them both down so I can press hands around his back and hug him as we kiss. For a young man, I like his confidence without bravado. It's somewhat refreshing to find these days. The hug is brief and my hands are pulling at the hem of this t-shirt. He matches my actions and the kiss soon breaks so we can leave each other shirtless.

He sits and pulls off his boots as I hand him the bottle of beer. He takes a long pull and I admire his smooth chest. I pull back the covers as I slip off loafers and take a sip on my own bottle. Belt and buttons and I'm pushing down my jeans. He gives a playful whistle as I flash my skin. "Not bad for an old man," he says with a tone that has me laughing at the reference to our age difference. Pushing down my tight shorts, my semi-hard cock flops out through the grey pubes, "very nice ... actually," he says as he reaches over and tugs on my cock. I step forward and he lowers his face so I feel his lips around me. Then I feel my cock in his mouth and his tongue pressing against the underside. I drain the bottle of beer then press hands over his head and back.

Once he has me hard, I slip from his mouth. Jesús stands and finishes undressing. His thighs are thick and firm from all the soccer and he has a beautiful cock with neatly groomed pubes. We press together and hug into a wet kiss as our bodies meet. My tongue swirls in his mouth and I can feel him growing hard against me. Before long, we are moving to the bed and I'm going down on my new friend.

His is not as long as mine but quite thick. I take him into my mouth as my hands press over his thighs and belly. Jesús lays back on the cool sheets and enjoys my actions. Up and down I begin to ride his cock as he bends knees and holds me between his legs. I taste his pre and greedily want so much more of this handsome young man. He pumps his hips and lifts his ass and I taste him for the first time tonight. He cums into my mouth with a soft moan from his lips as I feel him shoot across my tongue. Swallowing him all, I let him slip from my mouth. Climbing over him, I kiss him wet his cum still on my tongue as we lay for a minute. "You are going to fuck me now, right?"

We find ourselves moving with him rolling over underneath me. I press a bit of lube against his anus and smear a bit on my wet tip then slip behind him. Head presses between his cheeks as I move over his back. My hands slip under his arms then bend at the elbows to cross my fingers behind his neck. I press firmly and Jesús moans softly as he feels me penetrate. I keep pressing until I feel snugly inside his hole. Then I pull back and pump as I begin to fuck the handsome young man that has found his way into my bed. Our bodies move in unison as if we've been doing this for years. The fucking is firm but rhythmic. My cock buries deep into his sleeve as I ride up hard over his firm ass.

In and out for more than twenty minutes we enjoy each other's body. The grip behind his neck softens and he takes my hands in his as I ride him. Erect cock and tight asshole sliding together again and again. I pick up the pace just a bit and cum inside him with a deep satisfied groan. He feels so good under me and it's been a couple months since I've had a satisfying fuck.

#

Hard cock on my lips is the pleasure I feel when my eyes open. Jesús hovers over my chest with the head of his beautiful cock on my lips. He is hard again - ah, the pleasures of youth I think - as I tilt my head to slip lips around his head. The low light from the bathroom just enough to illuminate his silhouette as he sits. My hands slip to his smooth ass and grope him. He pushes forward and I take his cock into my mouth. Lips closing just enough to slide over his shaft.

"Hello Papi," he says with his smile as he feels me close and I begin to suck. I look up and see Jesús smiling down as his hard cock pushes over my tongue. And slowly he begins to push himself into my mouth. I do all I can to lick his shaft and suck his cock as I finally myself immediately awake. My hands push over his thighs and squeeze his ass as he begins to fuck my mouth. His balls bounce on my hairy chin as my cheeks cave. He has a beautiful cock and I want to taste him again.

When he begins to pull back, my fingers dig into his ass and he knows, he understands the meaning. He immediately pushes back in and begins to ride my lips. I push drool all over his shaft and I feel his head at the back of my mouth. And then he moans softly again as he cums. I barely taste him as he shoots into my throat with three thick shots.

I wake in the dark to see him getting dressed. It's just before 5. "I should be going before the light," he says when realizing I'm watching him. He comes over to my side of the bed and kisses me softly on the lips.

"If you think it's best ... but maybe next time you'll stay for breakfast." I say just before he walks through the doorway.