Barber's Shop Boys

I'm at Gino's, my local hairdresser just down our local high street.

I always have my hair cut at Gino's, and Gino himself always does my hair. Gino's about my age, early forties, mediterranean, with designer stubble. He's a good-looking guy with a slim muscular figure. He could have been a male model. He makes no secret of the fact that he's gay. He also makes no secret of the fact that he fancies me. Every time as I get into or out of his barber's chair his hand brushes my thigh or my backside, or even my bulging crotch. I don't mind his approaches, especially when I'm feeling randy myself.

As I make myself comfortable in Gino's barbers chair his rainbow bracelet-circled hand brushes lightly against my thigh. His hand lingers there a moment. Gino's feeling randy. I spread my legs and thrust my hips ever so slightly just to let Gino know I'm in the mood too. I'm making sure he can see the bulge of my erection under the thin trousers I've put on specially for him. He's noticed. Gino makes sure I can see his crotch. I see his tight jeans are bulging too.

As always he puts the cloth cape over me, covering me from my neck to my knees to catch my falling hair. As his hand smooths it down his fingers find my cock ridge and briefly linger on it. Our eyes meet. Gino makes small talk but my hands under his cloth go to my lap. l slowly unzip my fly. I'm wearing a pair of my wife's sexy little white satin panties. I run my fingers along my penis shaft through the thin smooth taut cloth. It's stiff, warm and full erect in anticipation.

"How would you like it, Sir?" Gino asks. "The usual?"

Gino always calls me Sir.

"Yes please Gino. Long and straight."

Gino smiles. He knows what I mean and what I want. As Gino works on my hair his hand slips under the cloth. It glides across my thigh and finds my open fly. A moment later his hand is on my bare thigh top. His fingers play briefly with my cock through the thin cloth of my panties. Then he pulls my panties down below my hairy balls.

"The white satin ones today Sir?" Gino asks, his voice soft so only I can hear.

"Yes Gino." Gino smiles. I return his smile.

"I'm in your daughter's black ones you lent me" Gino tells me with a grin. "You look gorgeous in them."

Last time I'd lent him a pair of my nineteen year old daughter's panties, a tiny black thong with a pattern of little red flowers. They're so brief that when I wear them my erect penis pokes out above the waistband and my balls and cock fur show at the sides.

I've told Gino of the porn website where I've posted pictures of my cock, naked and in panties including my daughter's panties, and videos of me masturbating. Gino likes when I wear tiny sexy girly panties for him. Sometimes I leave them, soaked with fresh spurted semen after I've masturbated over them in the shop's washroom in the back of his shop for him to find and play with. I tell Gino I hope my daughter's panties look and feel as delicious taut over Gino's straining cock as they do on mine. He grins.

Sometimes when Gino cuts my hair he surreptitiously leaves his jeans open for me to see that he's in women's panties too. He gets close to me so I can reach out from under the cape without anyone noticing. I reach inside his jeans to the taut black cotton of my daughter's panties and feel the outline of his hard cock shaft and head. Other times he wears those oh so sexy male thongs.

Now Gino's deft fingers under the cape ruffle my pubic hair. I know Gino likes pubic hair on a man. As a hairdresser he likes a man's cock bush to be neat, like the trimmed ring of cock fur I know is round his own cock. I suppress my trembling and my gasp of pleasure as his hand so gently caress my balls, then slides between my legs for his fingers to stroke my taint before his finger tip finds and enters my anus. I grunt and quiver with the pleasure.

His hand withdraws momentarily to attend to my hair.

Under his cloth my erection is straining hard. There's a tent in the cloth where my erection is hard against it, and a small wet patch of pre-cum where the tent is over the rounded head of my penis.

Now Gino's hand is under the cloth again. His fingers are on my penis shaft, feeling it for stiffness and length, caressing and massaging its big soft, lust- and erection-swollen pre-cum wetted head. His thumb strokes deliciously over its tip opening. My pre-cum oozes onto his hand.

I glance to my left. In the other chair there's another customer. Gino's new assistant is serving him, and his young body is shielding me from the customer's view. He's a gorgeous boy, just twenty one, new to the trade but already familiar with what men want. He's got the kind of body that would look so good sprawled naked like the boys in my porn. My lustful eyes explore his ass through his tight blue jeans. My mind's eye sees the tiny male thong I know he wears underneath.

"Cream, Sir" Gino asks.

"Yes please Gino" I reply, in a voice thick with excitement.

Gino knows what I like, and what lube I use when I masturbate. I watch as Gino lubes his hand luxuriously with cream from a jar. Then his hand slides under the cape again. It finds my penis and gives my balls a last caress. Gino knows men's likes and styles. His thumb and forefinger close in a ring round my shaft, just below my cock head, wrapping round my shaft much more fully than my wife's petite hand does.

Then the delicious stroking and tugging starts; smooth, rhythmic, full length, long and straight, from touching my balls to his hand sliding over my cock head and his thumb stroking its tip, pulling my foreskin up and down. The cloth of the cape follows the movement of his hand. Apart from having another's naked body to play with nothing equals the feel of a man's hand round my hard hungry cock. Gino knows what men want.

I close my eyes as the pleasure rises. An image floods into my mind from the porn I was browsing while my wife was out. Two young men naked together on a bed. One laid back with his legs wide and folded up, the other on top of him between his spread thighs in missionary position. They grunt with sexual pleasure as they rub their hairy balls and big erect cocks together, then the man on top wraps his hand round both their cocks and strokes them together. In my mind I see their semen spurt almost simultaneously and mingle on the bottom man's belly. Gino's rhythmically stroking hand is that man's hand and my excitement rises and I imagine the feel of his hard warm penis against mine.

Another customer comes in and takes a seat as he waits. He's mid thirties, slim and muscular too, blonde with a neat upper lip moustache. His white shirt is open half way down his smooth sun bronzed chest. He glances in Gino's direction and spreads his jeans-clad legs wide. Gino briefly smiles.

I'm rising! I squirm in my chair trying to suppress the urge to thrust my hips. As my pleasure explodes I bite my lip so I don't gasp out my orgasm grunt. My penis pulses in Gino's smoothly stroking hand. A big wet patch of fresh-spurted semen appears on the cape.

Gino's fingers leave my still half erect penis. He gives my balls a last caress then his hand is out from under the cape and he's finishing my hair. Gino hands me a tissue. With my hand under the cape I wipe my spurted semen from my body. I hand Gino the semen-soaked tissue, then I put my satisfied penis away. A final trim with the battery trimmer, a snip with the scissors and a comb through my hair. Gino holds a mirror up behind my head.

"As neat as ever Gino. You know just what I like"

"Thank you Sir. Will that be all Sir?"

Gino lifts off the semen-splashed cape, stuffs it into a cupboard and pulls out a fresh one. In the next chair Gino's assistant has finished with his customer. The waiting man takes his place in the chair. He spreads his legs wide and I can see his trousers are already bulging.

"Thanks Gino. Can I use the washroom?"

"Sure Sir. Down the back corridor."

In the toilet stall I quickly strip off my wife's little white semen-soaked panties and hide them in the place where Gino can find them. In the wall mirror I see my penis is already rising. I'm tempted to have a wank ogling the boys in the porn magazines Gino keeps in there for his favourite customers, but time is short. Another day perhaps.

As I pay Gino I tell him I've left my wife's panties for him in the washroom..

"Till next time Sir" says Gino as I leave.

My grin tells him I'll soon be back.