Shave and a Haircut... With Dicks!

"Hey, how have you been?!" Tony shouted enthusiastically as I walked into his barber shop. The place was completely empty, which I suppose should be expected on a Tuesday morning.

"I've been good, thanks," I answered as I shook his hand and sat in the barber's chair. I placed my hands on the armrests, my thumbs on top and my palms gripping the outsides. "It's been a while."

"That it has," Tony answered before giving my shoulders a squeeze. He draped The apron over me and tightened it around my neck. "So... the usual?" he asked as he walked over to grab a water bottle.

"The usual."

"How is college?" he asked as he moved closer.

"It's pretty good, I guess. Hard to be away from my friends here, though."

"True, true. Are you partying or studying?" he joked as he wet my hair with the water bottle.

"Studying," I lied. I couldn't see myself answering Tony honestly. For starters, dad had been going to him for decades, and even after we moved he still took the 45-minute drive to Tony's twice a month. They were tight. The last thing I needed was for Tony to let it slip that my focus hasn't been my studies. Plus, while I'm sure there are people in their 60s who like to have fun, I wasn't sure how Tony would react if I told him I had been drinking and and going to sex parties every weekend.

Honesty certainly didn't seem like the best policy.

"Uh huh..." Tony muttered slowly, smiling a bit. He put the water bottle down and tapped a comb against his palm. "Studying..." He moved closer and ran the comb through my wet hair. He leaned in and I felt his crotch press against the back of my hand. It felt like a jolt of electricity coursed through my body.

"Did he just..." I thought, sitting as still as a statue. He shifted his body a little as he combed the other side of my head, and I could definitely feel the outline of his package against the back of my hand. He backed away and walked to the other side of the chair, pulling scissors out of his breast pocket as he did.

I was surprised by my reaction; I found myself a little disappointed that he walked away. I had fooled around with guys once I got to college, but this was Tony! That seemingly innocent contact shouldn't have caused me to respond that way.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" he asked as he clipped my hair.

"Nothing serious, no," I answered. And there it was again - Tony had moved in and pressed his crotch against the outside of my other hand. There was no denying it this time: I could feel his erection against me. Although it was difficult to be certain, he felt really thick. He started talking about current events, but I wasn't paying attention. My mind was intently focused on the hard rod that was now ever-so-subtly rubbing against the back of my hand. Was it intentional? Or were they just innocent movements he was making while doing his job? I was thankful that the apron was draped over me because the tent pole forming in my pants would have been very noticeable.

I decided to tempt fate and pushed the back of my hand against him, making less subtle movements against his crotch. I was staring at him in the mirror, wanting to gauge his reaction. The scissors stopped momentarily, he smiled, and went back to work. He didn't pull away. and he didn't stop rocking softly against me, so I took that as a sign that he wanted to keep going. Using the back of my hand, I rubbed the entire length of his package, back and forth, over and over, feeling him get even harder as I massaged his shaft. It was a fairly awkward movement given our positions; as if sensing that, he backed away from me a little bit. I took my hand off the armrest and grabbed his dick through his thin pants. I moved my hand up and down, my palm rubbing the underside of his shaft in a circular motion. We looked at each other in the mirror and we both smiled.

"Like father, like son," Tony murmured. My hand stopped cold, my fingers clutching his thick meat.

"Did he just say...?" I wondered to myself. "He and dad...?"

"Wait here," Tony said, placing his hand on mine and moving it from his cock to the chair. "I'll be right back." I watched as he walked to the front door, my dick so hard it was practically bursting out of my shorts.

"Is that why Dad drives out here? Are he and Tony?" My mind was swirling and my hand instinctively moved to my own erection. I was rubbing it through my shorts as Tony locked the front door and flipped the "Open" sign to "Be Right Back." He walked back to me, his thin pants straining against his boner. He put his hand on my shoulder and asked me to follow him.

He led me to a room in the back that was called a spa, but it I never saw anyone in there before. He had me sit in a chair, which he then set to lay flat at the press of a foot pedal. His crotch was now tantalizingly close to my head, his package clearly visible and incredibly hard. He looked up and down my body, pausing to look at my own hard on. He put his hand on my cock and adjusted it, letting it lay flat against my body.

"You know," Tony said as he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned the button. "After a haircut, your dad always gets a facial." My mind immediately went down an innocent road. Dad got a facial, like you would at any spa. But that faded away when Tony unzipped his pants and fished his thick 7" cock from his pants. "Would you like one of those special facials?" he asked as he slowly started to stroke.

I stared silently at the precum that had begun to ooze from the tip of his head, his slow strokes milking it out onto the pillow next to me. I nodded, slowly at first.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" Tony asked, his dick moving closer to my mouth.

"Yes, I want dad's special facial!" I blurted out. Tony smiled and moved closer, rubbing his bulbous head across my lips, coating them with his salty precum. He pressed the head against them and my lips instinctively parted, welcoming him into me. I flicked my tongue across the head as he pushed in and out, ever so slowly, plunging slightly deeper with each thrust. I could taste his precum as it spilled out of his meat and swallowed hungrily.

I had sucked my fair share of cocks that first semester at school, but this felt different. It wasn't the rapid face fucks I'd had; no, Tony's methodical tempo made it feel more like I was making love to him with my mouth. With the guys at school it was all about draining their balls, with Tony it just felt... right... natural... passionate. Tony gave me words of encouragement as he slipped in and out of my mouth, which made me work even harder to gain his approval. I also found myself wondering how many times dad did this? How many times did he lay in this very same chair with Tony's thick meat in his mouth? Did Tony think I give better head than him? I clamped my lips tightly around Tony's cock and sucked hard. Tony started to groan as I kept sucking and I braced myself for that familiar and welcome feeling of cum spurting into my mouth. As he neared orgasm, Tony pulled out.

"Ughhnnnnnn....." he moaned as he jerked off and sprayed rope after rope of thick, warm cum all over my face. I had to close my eyes because he was spraying his load everywhere. When I no longer felt cum splatting on my face I wiped globs of semen from my eyes and stared up at Tony. He smiled and then used his soft shaft to rub his load all over my face and into my skin.

"Open," he said as he pointed his cummy cock at my mouth. I dutifully obeyed and he slide his entire member in my mouth. I sucked and licked his delicious juices off of it. I wanted to suck him hard again and take his second load in my mouth, but there was a knock at the shop door.

Tony looked at his watch before putting his pants back on.

"Just in time," he said, looking at the storefront through the spa's door. "You lay here and let that soak in," he instructed. "I have to go take my next appointment."

I rubbed my dick through my pants as I felt my body heat warming up the cum on my face, drips of cum running down the sides and onto the pillow. I heard the shop door open and closed my eyes, rubbing my dick without a care in the world.