We had some minor improvements that needed to be done before mum got back. Ariston, Christos’ brother, offered to come and do some of the work for us so I wouldn't have to take time off from college to do it. Christos was too busy at work to help much.
Ariston was amazing. He did a lot of work that I would not have done within a year. I felt guilty because I wasn't able to take time off to help. He just told me that he was happy to help out and it kept him busy. Ariston finished all of the small projects on the house and he asked what else we wanted done.
The first project was a deck on the back of the house. I knew he couldn't do all of the work by himself, so we planned to start construction on a Saturday so I could help.
We spent the first day of construction putting in the footings for the deck. It got pretty warm that day and soon we both had stripped off our shirts. I know I had seen Ariston without a shirt before, but this was the first time I really noticed his great build. He had a well-defined chest from years of construction work. He also had a nice chest full of hair. I always admired guys with hairy chests since mine is completely hairless.
We got the footings all poured and decided to take a lunch break while the cement set. I made us some sandwiches and grabbed a couple of beers.
Because of the heat, we had already downed a couple of beers each already.
After lunch we decided to start cutting the boards needed to finish the deck. The footings wouldn't be ready to continue until the next day or so, but this way Ariston would have all the materials ready to assemble later.
By the time we had all the boards cut and organised we had finished off a few more beers. Most of the beer was sweating right back out of me, but I was starting to feel a slight buzz. We decided that was enough work for one day and called it quits.
We went into the house and took showers to freshen up.
It was too hot to get dressed so I just put on a pair of shorts and headed to the living room. Ariston was already there and was only wearing a pair of boxers.
“Too hot for you too I see.”
I smiled and said, “Yes and there is no reason to get dressed now.”
Ariston handed me another beer. It’s a good thing my wife isn't here. She hates it when I have more than one or two beers in a day. It felt good to be just the guys.
Ariston noticed that I was rubbing my shoulder.
“What's wrong, can't handle hard labour?”
“I'll admit I'm not used to it, but I think I pulled a muscle lifting some of those boards.”
“Well I know the perfect remedy for that. Come over here and sit in front of me.”
I walked over and sat on the floor between his legs. I could feel the heat from his furry legs as they brushed up against my arms. He grabbed my shoulders and started to work the muscles. He had very strong hands and the muscles started loosening up under his manipulations.
“This is no good.”
“What do you mean? It feels great.”
“I mean, I can only work the top of your shoulders in this position. Lie down on the floor,” he instructed.
I didn't hesitate. I moved to an open area of the living room and lay face down. Ariston moved over and straddled my lower back. His legs were now touching my sides. He started working my shoulders again.
“That's better, now I can get your back and arms too.”
I let out a low moan as his hands found my tender muscles.
“Wow, you are really tight. I hope you didn't hurt yourself. When I'm done we should put some pain relief gel on this.”
I barely heard a word he said. I was drifting off under his skilled hands.
After a few minutes Ariston sat back so that he was sitting on my lower back. I could feel his balls pressing into my back.
“I'm not too heavy am I?” he asked.
“No, you're fine.”
However, his weight was pushing my privates into the floor. The combination of his hands on my flesh, the heat of his body toughing mine and the pressure was causing other muscles to react. I could feel my cock starting to harden, stretching down the leg of my shorts. I tried to think about other stuff to get my mind off my cock. But it wasn't working.
"It’s been a long time since I gave another guy a massage. I forgot how much I enjoy doing it.”
The idea of this very macho guy giving massages to other guys was something that I could not picture. As he moved down my back he repositioned himself so he was now sitting on my bottom. I could feel his balls pressing against my crack, and something else.
Was he hard? No, not Ariston.
He worked my lower back for a while and then moved lower. He moved again so that now he was kneeling between my legs. I was glad to have his weight off me, maybe now my cock would go down. Then suddenly his hands were on my bottom, massaging my cheeks.
“Why don't we lose these shorts?” he said.
Before I could respond he grabbed the waistband and started to pull them down. I rose up quickly so that they would come off easier. My cock sprang up so that it was now pressed up against my belly. I was glad because now he wouldn't see it sticking down between my legs.
Once he had my shorts off he went back to work on my bottom. Kneading the muscles.
Then his hands worked way down my left leg. He worked my entire leg and then my foot. I had never had a foot massage before and could not believe how good it felt.
After a few minutes he switched to the other leg. If it wasn't for my hard cock throbbing under me and rubbing against the rough carpet, I would have drifted off to sleep. His massaging and the beer had me very relaxed.
“Right, turn over.”
He said, slapping me on the butt.
“What, it's fine. My back was more than enough.”
“Nonsense, my massage isn't complete until I do the front too. Or are you nervous about me seeing your dick?”
“No, it’s not that.”
“Oh I see.” he said. I could hear the understanding in his voice. “Don't worry. That happens to me every time I get a massage too. In fact it happens when I give one,” he said with a little chuckle.
“What?” I said lifting up and looking back at him. I could see his hard cock sticking out of the front of his boxers. I had never seen his cock before. It was huge and it was definitely hard.
“So, are you going to turn over so I can finish?”
I decided that I didn't have anything to hide now, so I flipped over on my back. The cool air felt good on my hot cock.
“Well, I see why you were shy.” he said looking at my cock. I have always been proud of my cock, but it didn't compare to the piece of meat sticking out of his boxers.
“Yes, well it’s not much compared to that thing.” I said pointing at his cock.
He flushed.
“Well, since you are in your birthday suit, do you mind if I get a little more comfortable?”
“Whatever, I said.
He chuckled.
He pulled off his boxers and tossed them aside. I lay back and closed my eyes. Ariston straddled my abdomen. The tip of my cock was brushing up against his crack. My mind was in torment. This isn't supposed to be happening. This is another guy, and on top of that, it's my stepfather’s brother.
It didn't seem to bother him. His hands went to work on my chest. He worked my chest and arms before moving to my abdomen. He moved so that he was kneeling between my legs again. I was relieved that my cock wasn't brushing up against him anymore. He worked on my abdomen and then moved down my left leg. He worked my left thigh for a while and then switched to my right one. His hands brushed against my balls several times. I felt my cock leap every time he made contact.
As good as this massage felt, I would be glad when it was over. Suddenly his hand was on my cock.
“One muscle left.” he said.
My eyes flew open as he started to stroke my cock.
“What?” I said.
But my body was in control. His strong hand was gently stroking my cock.
“I don't think.... “
I didn't even get a chance to finish my protest. He bent over and took my cock in his mouth.
“Oh my God!” was all that came out.
My head dropped back down to the floor as he took the entire length of my cock down his throat. He really knew what he was doing. My girlfriend didn't like to suck cock and when she did it was less than satisfying. Ariston on the other hand obviously knew what he was doing.
I tried to fight off the orgasm that was coming on quickly, but it was no use.
“Oh God Ariston, I'm going to shoot.”
I practically yelled it. I couldn't believe how good it felt. My cock was extra sensitive after rubbing against the carpeting for so long. I expected him to pull off, but he started sucking even harder. I reached down and grabbed his head as my cock erupted in his mouth. He never missed a drop. He let out a little moan as he swallowed each blast of cum that flowed out of my cock.
When he had finally sucked the last drop of cum out of my cock, I let go of his head and collapsed on the floor. He kept sucking for a couple of minutes, milking any last minute drops of cum.
“There, now your massage is complete. Now it's your turn.”
“Pardon me?"
My eyes flew open and stared at him.
“Yes, it’s your turn to give me a massage now. It’s only fair.”
“Oh, alright. It probably won't be nearly as good as the massage you gave me, but I'll try.”
Ariston rolled over onto his stomach and I straddled him with my now limp cock rested on his lower back. I did my best to copy the massage that he had just given me. I worked his shoulders. I marvelled at the hard muscles beneath my hands. I worked my way down his back, buttocks and legs.
Soon it was time to do his front. He flipped over and his huge cock sprang up. I wasn't sure if I could do what he had done to me. I straddled his stomach. His cock was pressing against my balls. My cock went instantly hard. I had to get off his cock so I only worked his chest for a few minutes and then moved down to his abs. I had to move in order to do this. I was now kneeling between his legs. His cock was so big that my arms kept brushing against it while trying to massage his stomach area.
Finally I moved down the legs, first one leg and then the other. I knew what was next and I figured I owed it to him. I reached out and took his cock in my hand. Slowly, I started to stroke it.
“You don't have to, if you don't want to.” he said, looking into my eyes.
I looked down at his cock, feeling it throb in my hand. I realised that I did want to do it. Without answering him, I bent down and took his cock in my mouth. I tried to take it all down my throat but only got about half way down before I gagged.
“Take it slowly,” he encouraged.
“Work your way down a little at a time.”
And that's exactly what I did. I worked on what I could handle and once I was used to that, I would take a little more down my throat. I was surprised that before long I was taking the full length down my throat.
“Yeah, that's it. It feels great.”
I grabbed his big balls in my hand and started to roll them around, squeezing gently. He moaned. God, if my stepfather walked in right now. Here I am giving his brother a blow job in the middle of our living room floor, and loving every second of it. I started to work his cock faster now, moving up and down the length of the shaft.
“Oh, you're making me come. I hope you're ready for this one.”
I wasn't ready for the flood that followed. His orgasm was so intense he almost bucked me off. I held on tight but I wasn't able to swallow all the cum that flowed into my mouth. There was just too much to swallow. I gulped as fast as I could, but some still leaked out of the corner of my mouth.
After the tidal wave subsided, I pulled off and licked the cum that had leaked out from the base of his cock. A month ago I never thought I would ever taste another man's cum and here I was devouring it like it was the last food on earth.
When I had him cleaned off, I sat back on my heels. I had forgotten about my own hard on. My cock was aching for release again.
Ariston opened his eyes and looked down at me. He saw my hard cock and said, “You're ready for more?”
“It looks that way.” I admitted to him.
“Well, we'll have to see what we can do about that.
But, let's get off this hard floor,” he said as he got to his feet and held out his hand to me.
I took it and he pulled me to my feet. We were standing face-to-face. I was looking deep into his eyes and without any thought; I bent my head forward and kissed him on the mouth. He kissed me back shoving his tongue into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him tight, our mouths tightly locked together. Our hands were gently caressing each other’s backsides.
He finally broke the kiss, took my hand again and led me to his bedroom.
He pushed me down onto the bed and climbed between my legs. He took my cock in his mouth again. I just closed my eyes and moaned.
After he had my cock nice and wet, he climbed on top of me. He positioned his butt over my cock and pressed down. I stared in disbelief. I was about to fuck him. His ring of muscle held for a minute and then the head of my cock popped through. He stopped for a minute to get used to the feeling and then started to slowly lower himself onto my cock.
Soon he had the entire length buried in his arse. He then started to raise and lower himself on my cock. I reached down and took his cock in my hand and started to stroke it, the whole time watching my cock slide in and out of his hole.
After a few minutes, I let go of his cock. I wrapped my arms under his legs and rolled him over onto his back. I managed to keep my cock buried inside him the entire time. Now I was on top of him. I let go of his legs and he wrapped them around me, pulling my cock even deeper into himself. I leaned forward and kissed him again, my tongue exploring his mouth. I started to fuck his arse harder now.
“Yeah that's it. Fuck me,” he encouraged.
I couldn't get enough of his arse. I pounded away like I had been doing this my whole life. He reached up and started to pinch my nipples. This sent shock waves through my body. He also started to squeeze his arse muscles, clamping down on my pistoning cock.
“Oh, you are incredible. You are going to make me come again.”
“That's the idea!”
I lost control. I drove my cock deep into his arse as I started to come. My whole body shook from the intensity of the orgasm. I collapsed onto him as my cock shot my load of cum deep into him.
When I had finally stopped shooting and shaking, he took my head in his hands and pulled my mouth to his. We kissed deeply.
Finally he broke off the kiss.
“Now it’s my turn.” he said with a smile.
“But I've only done it once before.”
“Don't worry, I'll go slowly.”
He pushed me off him and over onto my back.
He started to kiss me deeply again. I was melting under his hot mouth and tongue. I was willing to let him do whatever he wanted to me. He broke the kiss and started kissing his way down my chest. He stopped at my nipples, nibbling and sucking on one then the other. He then kissed his way down my abdomen to my cock and sucked it into his mouth, cleaning off the load that I had shot into him. He then moved to my balls sucking one into his mouth.
“Oh God, don't stop.”
He let that ball pop out of his mouth, and then took the other into his mouth as I started to squirm under him. He finally let go of my balls and started to lick his way down between my legs. He pushed my legs up to my chest and licked my crack. His tongue found my hole and electricity shot up my spine. He worked his tongue into my hole. The feeling was incredible. I squirmed even more as he sucked and licked my arse. He kept this up for a few minutes and then I felt his tongue being replaced by a finger.
He slowly worked it finger into me.
By now my hole was pretty relaxed so his finger went in fairly easily as he worked it in and out. His mouth found my cock again, which was now rock hard again. He sucked it deep while he worked a second finger into my hole. Now I had two fingers sliding in and out. He kept up the dual stimulation for a several seconds before pulling them out of my hole. He stopped sucking and crawled up and lay next to me.
“Get my dick good and wet,” he ordered.
I crawled down between his legs and took his cock in my mouth. My arse felt empty now. I wanted his fingers in there again; although I knew I was going to get something much bigger this time. I kept sucking his cock until it was glistening with my spit.
“That's enough. Now do what I did. Straddle my cock.”
I did as he said. I moved so that I was situated above his hard cock. I didn't know how I was going to get the huge tool in my ass.
“You are in control. Just lower yourself slowly. Don't force it.” His voice was very soft and soothing.
I lowered myself until I felt the head of his cock pressing against my hole. I started to sink down, but I couldn't get the head to enter my hole. My hole refused to give to this intrusion.
Suddenly Ariston pulled my feet out from under me. My full weight dropped down onto his cock. I was impaled on his cock. The pain was incredible.
“God that hurts.”
I couldn't move. Ariston was still holding my legs so I was forced to sit there with his full cock in my arse.
“Let yourself relax. Take deep breaths. You'll get used to it soon enough.”
He dropped my legs and sat up. He pulled me forward to meet his mouth. We kissed deeply, our tongues searching each other’s mouths. My arse was on fire, but it was starting to subside. I focused on the kissing and soon realised that it no longer hurt. He broke the kiss and fell back onto the bed.
"Are you alright?” he asked.
I smiled at him and said, “Yes.”
“Now, just start moving up and down, like I did.”
I got my legs underneath me again. I started to lift up. I could feel his cock moving out of me. I pulled up until I felt the head pulling against my sphincter, and then lowered myself slowly again. I closed my eyes and enjoyed this new sensation. I started to move up and down faster now. This was a very awkward position for me and I almost fell over twice.
“Okay, Sammy, pull off now.”
I didn't want to but I did as he said. I pulled off his cock.
“Lie down on your back.”
I lay down next to him as he moved between my legs and pulled my legs up. He hooked an ankle on each shoulder and I watched as he guided his cock back into my hole. This time he went in easily. It felt good to have him back inside me. Now, he was in control.
He started to fuck my arse hard as I let my legs fall off his shoulders. I quickly wrapped them around him, pulling him deeper into me. Kissing me again while he fucked me harder. His chest hairs were tickling my chest and my throbbing cock was getting smashed between us. Every time he drove into me he would press my cock against my stomach. He moved his mouth to my neck and started to lick and suck as his breathing became very heavy.
“Oh yeah. Fuck me Ariston. It feels so good.”
Did I say that? But it did feel good, no it felt great.
“You like that Sammy?”
“I love it.”
“Your arse is so hot. I'm getting close. Do you want me to cum inside you?”
“Yes, fill me with your load.”
“Oh god, here it comes!”
He drove his cock in even deeper. I could feel it expand even more as he started to shoot red hot cum into my arse. The feeling sent me over the top. I exploded between us, coating our stomachs with my own load.
When Ariston was finally spent, he collapsed on top of me, breathing fast. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight. Finally, he rolled off me, pulling his cock from my arse with a soft popping sound.
“That was hot.” Ariston said between breaths.
“It was fantastic.”
He rose up on one arm and looked at me.
“I wish I had tried this sooner.”
“Good fun, huh?”
“I'd say. I never would have though a guy like you would go for guy sex.”
“I'm bisexual Sammy. I've known that about myself since I was a kid. My wife even knew it.”
“You're kidding. Did you sleep with guys while you were married?”
“Sure, but never at home. Listen, we had better get cleaned up and get some dinner ready before Christos gets back.”
“I'm not sure I can walk after that.”
We both laughed. He pulled me off the bed and led me to the shower. We showered together, lathering each other’s bodies.
We then retired to the living room and ordered a pizza. We spent the night talking about Ariston's bisexual life. He told me stories about sex in the military, college friends, and even fellow constructions workers.
By the time we finished the pizza, we were both so horny from the stories that we went back to bed and made love again. I slept with him that night as Christos had rung up to say he was staying over in Newcastle and would return the next day.
I was not upset.
Ariston and I spent more time in the bedroom than working on the deck. A lot of my friends have started going to hair salons to get more complicated hairstyles, but I still like going to the barbers in my neighbourhood. Partly this is because I like my haircuts simple, sort of chopped off short, partly because it costs a lot less, and partly because of the hunky barber who's been giving me fantasy material since I was young.
His name is Sean, and he's in his late thirties, but he's really solid with sexy hands, a square jaw and a rich, deep voice. I always get a tingle when he runs his hands through my hair and says, “What will it be today?”
Sean and I often talk about what I'm up to at college.
He has an assistant, Terry, who I've never met, but Sean is always telling me he thinks we'd like each other. I gather from the way he talks that sometimes Terry helps him out at the shop, but I've still never managed to be there at the right time. Terry goes to a college in the next town.
Today was different, though, and I could sense something the minute I walked through the door to the shop. I’d had football practice that afternoon, so I'd had to come to the shop late; it looked like I would be the last customer of the day.
There was no one there but Sean, and a beautiful lad who I took to be his assistant, Terry, sweeping up in the far corner. He looked to be eighteen or nineteen, wore jeans and a T-shirt and had a surprising mess of dark, shaggy hair. I could see his tiny nipples through his T-shirt, and his baggy jeans hung off his slender hips in a way that made me want to rip them off.
“What'll it be today?”
Sean startled me from my fantasising, and I could feel the blood rush to my face as I realised I'd been thinking about his assistant that way. I wondered if he'd seen me look at him as I hopped up into the chair.
Sean put the nylon apron over me, and tucked it under the collar of my soccer shirt, finally resting his hands on my shoulders.
“Same as usual,” I said.
Then, after a brief pause, I asked, “Is that Terry?”
“Oh, that's right; you two have never met, have you? Hey Terry. Come on over here and meet our good friend, Sammy.”
He leaned his broom against the wall and walked across the floor to us. I have no idea how his shorts stayed on!
“Hi.”
His smile almost made me fall out of the chair, his lips were luscious and his dimples killed me. I had this image of his smooth face covered with my cum as I shook his warm hand.
“Can I be done yet?”
“Well, I guess so, but there's no place to go until I'm done with Sammy here. You could read one of those magazines if you want.”
Saying this with a wink, as there was a stack of porn magazines on the table for guys to check out while they waited.
Terry happily chose a couple, and sat down in one of the chairs behind me, but I could still see him in the mirror.
Sean went to work on my hair, and I could see that Terry was very interested in the material he was looking at. Very soon his hand was on his crotch, I guess he didn't figure we could see him, since he was behind us, stroking his growing erection through the fabric.
I was staring at him in the mirror, and then I looked up and saw Sean watching me watch Terry. He smiled a little smile and kept working. By now my cock was straining in the confines of my briefs, but the thin fabric of my soccer shorts was not enough to hide it totally. Even through the smock, it made a tent that was plainly visible to Sean.
Suddenly he dropped his scissors in my lap, and reached to get them, pausing for a moment to brush my stiff dick through the nylon smock.
I must have moaned, because he was soon grabbing it tighter with his right hand, reaching up to pinch my tender and very sensitive nipples with his left. I couldn't believe this was happening. Ever since I could come I'd been fantasising about Sean's hands all over me in his barber chair. I wondered if Terry could see.
I looked in the mirror to see Terry back there with his cock in his hand, and his shirt off! He'd got busy awfully fast! The sight of his pink hard cock, about six inches with soft brown hair around it, in his hand was enough to drive me wild, and to make me lose some of my inhibitions.
While Sean continued to stroke my cock through the smock, I asked him if he thought his horny assistant would like to join in.
Sean whispered hotly in my ear, “I think he'd like that.”
I called out hoarsely to Terry to come over.
He didn't hesitate. He came right over and stood next to me, rubbing his cock on my face, letting me lick it, while he rubbed his chest and stomach. He was smiling at me and I could tell he wanted me to suck it, but instead I grabbed the waistband of his underwear with my teeth and pulled them back up over his dick. I started to lick and suck through the fabric, while I pulled him closer to me, playing with his delicious nipples and tugging at his young armpit hair. That drove him wild.
At that moment, Sean ripped the smock off of me.
“Take your shirt off,” he said.
I did as I was told.
“Now get down there and suck him,” he told Terry, who was eager to obey.
The lad got down on his knees and buried his cute face in my nylon soccer shorts, his tongue working the fabric until it was soaked with his sweet spit. I could see him tugging on his cock with his other hand.
Sean had also removed his shirt to reveal a surprisingly smooth, hard torso.
“Work my nipples, boy,” he said.
I bit down on his left nipple, and twisted the right with my fingers. With my other hand I was working his cock through his cotton workpants, but I wanted to taste it, to lick the sweat from his balls while his hot employee sucked me off through my shorts. I wanted to taste that hot cum.
I unbuttoned the barber's fly and let his pants fall to his knees. His prick was standing straight up and the shiny head was peeking out of the top of the waistband of his briefs. I put my tongue out to taste the salty ooze at the end of his dick, all the while enjoying the sensations of Terry's hot mouth working my cock through my shorts.
I pulled Sean's cock out; it was fucking huge, bigger than Christos. It had to be nine inches and thick, with a big head that was slippery with precum. I cupped his cum-filled balls in my hand while I continued to slurp on the head, and then I sucked the whole rod down my throat.
“That feels fucking hot. You like getting your cock worked on? You want to cum on his face while I come down your throat?”
“Yes,” I yelled.
My dick was nearing its limit, I could tell I was about to shoot through my shorts into his mouth. I wanted to taste Sean’s cum first, and I didn't have long to wait. He started groaning and talking faster at me:
“Fuck, boy! Your mouth feels so fucking hot. You're going to get that mouth filled up by my sweet hot load. I'm going to shoot. Get ready for my cum.
Sean then shot a hot thick creamy load in my mouth, I could feel it hitting the roof of my mouth and sliding down my throat. It tasted so great, a little salty but it got me really hot.
He pulled out and shot more of his sticky cum all over my smooth chest. That sent me over, and I could tell I was going to come too.
Terry was still liking and massaging my cock while kneeling on the floor. I could see his lips and his hot tongue, moist with his spit, working my cotton briefs, by now they were totally soaked. His hands were rubbing my legs in my nylon soccer shorts, and Sean was roughly rubbing his cum into the skin of my chest, playing with my hard nipples and biting my ears.
“Terry, that feels so good. Fuck, guys, I'm going to come.
I shot a thick load into my shorts, which oozed through the white fabric for he cute Terry to lick up. I felt like I just kept coming, spurt after spurt of hot white jism, it must've tasted sweet because Terry wouldn't stop his sucking. Fuck, that boy had a hot mouth.
I must have lost my senses for a moment while I was coming, because when I opened my eyes again I saw Terry standing up and bending over me. He began to lick Sean’s cum off of my chest, his wet tongue was so soft and hot, I just moaned.
Sean moved around behind him, meanwhile, and I knew he was going to fuck him. I grabbed Terry's beautiful face and raised it to my lips so I could kiss him while Sean slid his thick pole in his arse. Terry's breathing got heavier and I could hear him whimper a little as his tender hole was stuffed with cock. He pulled his face away from me and looked me in the eyes; he had the biggest smile on his cute face!
While looking at me, Terry said, “Yeah, that feels good. That's right, Sean, fuck me. I want to make you feel good, want you to make my hole nice and tight for you. I love the way your cock feels in me. I love getting fucked by you.”
I couldn't believe it! This beautiful boy was getting fucked by Sean right over me; I could feel his hard cock rubbing against my crotch as Sean pumped his dick into him. His hands were reaching around to pinch the lad's nipples.
Terry was eager to continue licking me clean of jism, all three of us were moaning and I was already hard again, starting to buck my hips back up against the stiff cock above me.
The lad began to moan in earnest, soon his breathing became too heavy for him to continue licking cum off my chest.
He raised his face again to look my in the eye and said, “Fuck me.” Then, in a whisper, only to me, “I'm going to cum now.”
With that, he stood up enough for me to see his cock erupt over mine, covering my shorts and my stomach with sticky cum. The milky white jism sprayed out of the end of his dick; the hot liquid felt so good on my naked skin. His face was in ecstasy, and he kept his eyes open and smiled all the way. This lad was so fucking hot; I came again without anyone touching my prick. The cum just bubbled out and through the already soaked fabric, and Terry just lowered his cock and balls onto my crotch so our sweet juices could mingle.
Sean was still pumping the lad “Nice, hot hole.”
Terry's eyes opened wide as he felt thick spurts of cum in his arse. He gave me another kiss as Sean pulled his cock out. The three of us stayed collapsed in the barber chair for a while, our arms wrapped around each other, spent.
The next time I go to get my haircut, I'll be sure to get the last appointment of the day.
When I got home the first words Christos spoke was, “Nice haircut!”
“Thanks.”
Turning around I lowered my damp shorts and presented my arse to Christos.
“I need something,” I said,
Christos was over like a shot, opening his trousers as he approached me. Kneeling down he sent his tongue searching for my hole. After licking it for a few minutes he decided I was primed enough.
Standing up he placed the head of his cock at my hole, pulling back his foreskin as it slowly entered. Bending further over I offered him complete access to my wanting hole.
He pounded it relentlessly knowing I could take it. Hearing his breath quicken as he gripped my hips I knew he was ready to come. He suddenly stopped fucking, held his position as I felt him pump me full of his cum.
Pulling out slowly we traded positions and within seconds I was fucking him over the sofa. Raming my hard cock deep inside him. I couldn’t believe how quickly I was ready to come. I shot a blast of cum as I continued to hump.
After we had separated he said, “You should get your hair cut more often.”
I simply giggled.