At Buccheri's Pt. 03

I had just given my barber, a swarthy Italian bull, a blowjob while sitting in his barber chair. I could still taste his cum as Mario leaned me back in the chair and slowly unbuttoned the waistcoat of my suit. I was rock hard and straining against my clothing and with a slight shock I noticed that Mario's girthy cock was still at half-mast. Mario sat me up long enough to remove my waistcoat and slip the straps of my braces down from my shoulders. He then slowly unbuttoned the flies of my woolen trousers, freeing my aching cock. I lifted my bum enough for him to pull the trousers down, exposing my rigid 7 inches tenting in the silk boxers I wore, now damp with pre-cum.

Mario kept pulling the trousers off and the cuffs were just wide enough to get over the polished black wingtips I was wearing. He then started unbuttoning my shirt, starting from the bottom but leaving the top button and knotted tie in place. The small shop was warm and Mario unbuttoned the tunic he was wearing and took it off, revealing a white singlet underneath, straining against his furry pectorals. The bottom of the singlet had hitched up over his large, hard and hairy belly, his jeans and pants still down around his knees.

Mario spread open my unbuttoned shirt, revealing my own taut abdomen. While not as hairy as Mario, I was dusted all over with dark hair which was particularly dense in my pits and pubes. Giving my silk-clad cock a squeeze, he slowly pulled at the waistband of my boxer shorts, pulling them down. Again, I lifted my bum to let the silken pants slide off of me. My cock slapped up against my abdomen, leaving a smear of pre-cum. The boxers joined the trousers and there I was, laying back in the barber chair, naked from the waist down, except for sheer black socks, held in place with garters, and polished lace up shoes. My hard cock was standing up from my bushy pubes and my hairy legs were spread wide, the hairy tightly contained under the sheer black socks.

Assuming that Mario meant to return the favor, I watched as he lowered his thick lips to my cock while uttering "dolce, dolce, amabile......" I let him pull my foreskin back and felt his warm lips encase my cock--first the head and then slowly he took the whole 7 inches in. I was in heaven as he slowly raised and lowered his mouth against my knob, only distantly hearing the sounds of people on the pavement outside, just a few feet away. As I lay back while he worked on me it occurred to me that while I was getting the best fellatio of my life, that I wanted more. A versatile top, I had always fantasized about fucking Mario in the tight pink hole that I knew was nestled between his large hairy buttocks. I still wanted that but something about the moment made my mind up.

"Mario--I want you to fuck me. RIGHT NOW." Reluctantly he pulled himself off of my cock and stood in front of me, his own cock full erect again. His large hairy belly was fully exposed and tufts of greying hair covered his whole body. With a graceful twist, he deftly pulled his singlet over his head revealing large reddish-brown nipples emerging for the pelted fur. "Mario--use the pomade!" He quickly reached behind him to the counter and scooped a generous dollop of the fragrant goo which he rubbed onto his rock-hard cock. Another dollop found its way between my legs where the large strong finger found my puckered anus and began to massage my hole, slipping one large finger in, followed by another. I almost came there and then, from the stimulation and from the scent memories of the pomade combined with our musky, masculine smell.

Sliding me down in the chair, he straddled the footrest and lifted my legs in their sheer socks and garters over his shoulders. Mario leaned in for a kiss and again I could taste mint, cigarettes and the tase of my own cock, so recently in his mouth. I felt the slick head of his penis pressing against my tight hole, slowly pushing through the ring. He felt enormous but the pain I was feeling was a huge turn-on and soon passed. Mario paused before pushing all the way into me and I almost passed out as he bottomed out. Slowly the Italian started to fuck me, slipping into a smooth and steady rhythm. My cock was caught between my own abdomen and Mario's prodigious hard, hairy belly, being frotted with each thrust.

An eternity of fucking ensued in which I could hear the street sounds of the Finchley Road, accompanied by Mario's heavy breathing and continued mutterings in Italian. It all became too much for me and I felt the start of an orgasm, but not emanating from my pummeled prostate or my cock being rubbed between to hairy bodies. It seemed to come from every fiber in my body. My body shook with the most intense orgasm of my life as I felt spurt after spurt of my hot semen between our two stomachs. Mario, with a final shout of "Dio mio", pumped hot cum into my bum; it was an amazing amount given that the middle-aged man had already cum only moments before. We stayed in place with his deflating cock inside me while we continued to kiss. Mario slowly withdrew and stood in front of me, covered in sweat, my cum smeared in the matted fur of his belly.

He told me not to move as he reached behind him to the container holding hot towels for shaving and he gently wiped the cum off of my chest and stomach, crotch, cock and ass. I took the towel and did the same to him, getting acquainted with his prominent red nipples at the same time. We were strangely silent as we got back into our clothes. By some small miracle I had not gotten any cum on my suit, shirt or tie. Once dressed, Mario insisted that I sit back in the chair so that he could recomb my Rudolph Valentino locks. "Mario, I may need a house call next Thursday evening--I live just up the way" I said. "Certainly," he replied "and you will fuck me--mi scoperai!" He pointed out that the evening was still young; he had only to lock up the shop and his wife was still hours from coming home. "Come, Rodolfo--I know of a pub. They will love you there." And thus, the evening continued......