There are a few barber shops on my street. While none of them is explicitly ‘gay’ there is one in particular that’s small and a little more personal, which was part of the inspiration for this gay erotic fiction story.
Sam rushed into the barber shop, knowing it was almost closing time. It wasn’t his usual shop but he had a date tomorrow night and this was the only time he had found this week to get himself tidied up. Sam didn’t often do dates, he was more of a hook up guy. But the guy who had bred him last week in the sauna had given him his number and they’d chatted during the week. Now they were heading to dinner tomorrow night and of course, Sam wanted to look his best.
He walked into the shop and saw only one barber and one chair. That was enough information to assume that the barber was Joe, the owner and the guy whose name was on the door of Joe’s Barber Shop. He was a bit older than Sam, probably early 40s, but he had the trademarks of a modern barber; a tattoo sleeve, a well-kept beard and the leather apron over his burly body.
“I’m sorry. I know you’re about to close. But any chance I could get a quick trim and tidy up?” The words spilled out of Sam’s mouth quickly, matching the rush he had taken to get here on time.
Joe looked over at the clock on the wall. “I guess I can fit one more in. Take a seat.” Joe spoke directly, professionally.
As Sam placed his bag down, removed his suit jacket and sat in the chair, Joe walked behind him, flipping the sign on the door to closed and lowering the blinds.
“Oh wow. I really did just make it didn’t I?” Sam settled into the chair as Joe returned.
“If you’d been one minute later, you would’ve missed out. But I can see you need the work.” Joe ran a hand through Sam’s hair and smiled so Sam knew he was joking.
Joe adjusted the height of the chair before throwing the cape around Sam. He gently ran a hand over Sam’s shoulders to straighten out the cape before sliding his fingers through Sam’s hair again.
“So what do we need today?”
“Just a tidy up. I have a date tomorrow and I don’t think I’ll impress anyone looking like this.” Sam flashed his most self-deprecating smile.
“Oh I don’t know. I’m sure she won’t judge your looks based solely on your hair.” Joe made eye contact with Sam in the mirror.
“Uh, hopefully he won’t.” Sam blushed a little, as he always did whenever he had to correct someone’s assumption that he was straight.
“Oh. My apologies. I incorrectly assumed.” Joe smiled as he began working on Sam’s hair, spraying it with water and combing it out.
“No worries. Most assume.”
“Well, I’m sure he would’ve been able to look past your haircut. You’ve got a lot more going for you than just this.” Joe made eye contact again and smiled before reaching for his scissors.
The guys were quiet for a while as Joe began his work. Sam glanced around the small shop. There wasn’t a lot of space. Just enough for Joe to work and a couple of waiting customers to sit. There was the now-standard fridge in the corner with cans of beer and cold-brew coffee. The wall opposite the mirrors was decorated with a mural as with most barber shops, but this wasn’t a rapper or NBA player. This mural was of Freddie Mercury, mic stand in hand. Interesting.
“Is this a good length?” Sam’s eyes were drawn back to the mirror as Joe held his hair between his two fingers.
“Perfect.”
Joe nodded and resumed his work. Sam looked back to the mural, the biggest difference between this barber shop and his usual place. He looked around a little more, over to the area with the register. That’s where he noticed the rainbow flag, on a mini flagpole next to the tips jar and it all made sense. Now Sam wondered how he didn’t know about the gay barber down the street until now.
“So how did you meet this guy?” Joe restarted the conversation. “For the date.”
“Oh, uh, we met at a venue last week.” Sam hoped the pause in his reply wasn’t a giveaway as to what kind of venue that was.
“Very nice. I hope he is taking you somewhere special.”
Sam thought for a moment. “I think he is. He’s going to meet me at my building and we’re going on from there.”
Joe’s hands moved slowly but precisely over Sam’s head. He worked gently yet deliberately.
“Starting at your apartment. Are you sure it’s just a date?” Joe laughed, the innuendo relaxing Sam.
“Well, let’s just say we got the other bit out of the way last week.” Sam blushed again.
Another laugh escaped Joe before he rested a hand on Sam’s shoulder. “As usual these days. At least you know what to expect if the date goes that way.”
“And I know it’s good.”
“Of course. He wouldn’t have gotten a date otherwise, right?” Joe slowly slid a finger behind Sam’s ear before taking the next clump of hair in between his fingers.
“Exactly.” This was not the usual conversation Sam had in the barber’s chair, but he didn’t mind it. He had learned recently to be more open about his sexuality and if Joe, the gay barber, was going to bring it up then Sam wasn’t going to deny it.
Joe reached for the clippers and the buzzing interrupted their conversation. As the barber worked Sam thought about the fun he had had last week with this guy. He had been on his way out of the sauna, having already collected two loads from somewhat disappointing tops, when he had spotted this guy removing his towel to enter the spa. The thick piece of uncut meat that hung between his legs halted Sam in his tracks. The guy had caught him looking and smiled. He maintained eye contact as he took a seat, inviting Sam to join him. From there it had moved quickly and within half an hour Sam had been taken upstairs and had a third load slammed deep inside him, the pleasure eclipsing the other two guys. That’s how that top had been the one to get Sam’s number.
Their chats during the week had been a mix of casual chit chat and hot proposals of what their next encounter would entail. Each time they talked like that Sam had found himself tenting his pants and, on most occasions, being unable to stop himself from reaching inside those pants and taking himself in hand. He realised he was hard again now and slid a hand over his bulge before he remembered where he was. The buzzing of the clippers stopped and Sam quickly shifted his hand back to his side.
“You are looking forward to the date I can see.” Joe grinned as their eyes met in the mirror again. Sam glanced down and realised how obvious the tent was under the cape.
“Uh. Yeah. Sorry.” Sam couldn’t lift his eyes from the floor now.
“Well, the haircut is done.” Joe began brushing the loose hair from Sam’s neck. “Is there anything else you need taken care of?”
For a moment Sam was unable to speak as he tried to process Joe’s question and any meaning behind it. Joe placed the brush down and slicked his fingers with hair product before slowly running his hands through Sam’s freshly cut hair. He moved slowly, sliding his fingers delicately over Sam’s scalp.
“We offer other grooming services if you need to be ready for after the date.” Joe spoke softly, yet maintained the professional directness he had welcome Sam with.
Suddenly Sam was acutely aware that they were alone in the shop and it was past closing time. He looked up and Joe’s eyes held a glint in them.
“Grooming?” Sam asked, mainly to give his mind time to process what was potentially about to happen.
“Yes. Is there anywhere else you’d like to get ready for your date tomorrow?” Joe wiped his hands on the towel attached to his apron before undoing and removing the cape. His hands quickly returned to Sam’s shoulders before his fingers traced gently over the now exposed skin of his neck.
Sam thought for a moment. He normally would take some time at home to do a bit of manscaping. He would trim his pubes and shave his balls before awkwardly and rather clumsily attempting to shave the area around his hole. Maybe a professional might do it better.
“Do you mean…?” Sam nodded down to his crotch, his cock still strained at his trousers.
“Yes. We offer personal grooming.” Joe spun the chair around slowly. Sam now sat in front of Joe, looking up at the bigger, older man. There was an intensity in his gaze now. “Are you top or bottom?”
Sam gulped and had to divert his gaze. He moved his eyes down Joe’s body. Now he noticed the prominent bulge pressing behind Joe’s apron. That visual pushed Sam’s answer from his body.
“Bottom,” he squeaked in response.
“Do you normally shave?”
“Yes.” Sam looked back up at Joe, who was now smiling.
“Good. I can take you to the back to complete that.” The professional tone returned to Joe’s voice but the glint in his eye remained. Joe stepped back and gestured to a closed curtain by the register. Sam found himself standing up to be led into the smaller room.
It was more dimly lit than the main room and consisted only of a massage table, a small set of drawers and a sink. Joe stepped in past Sam and handed him a small basket.
“Place your clothes in here.” Joe began to pull some items from the drawers; shaving cream, a shaving brush, razors and a small bowl and towel. “Do you want ass and cock shaved?”
Joe’s matter-of-fact tone clashed with the fact that Sam was slowly removing his clothes. He guessed for Joe this was just another part of the job, but Sam was rigid in his briefs and couldn’t deny the sexual pull of this professional, experienced man. The idea that Joe was about to have him naked and was about to have his hands all over his ass was giving Sam very unprofessional thoughts.
Joe turned around as Sam dropped his pants. “Briefs off and face up if you want to start with your cock, face down if you want just the ass.” There was another glint in Joe’s eyes as they wandered over Sam’s body. Sam knew he wasn’t what a lot of gay guys classed as fit but he knew his slim, smooth body was what a lot of guys found attractive. The way Joe’s eyes lingered made him think the barber didn’t mind the view either.
Sam took a deep breath before sliding his briefs down his legs and placing them in the basket. His erect 7-inch dick popped up from the small bush he kept. He ran a quick hand through it and over his balls and decided that they were smooth enough. He stepped forward, feeling Joe’s eyes following him as he shifted up onto the table and lay face down. As he settled in, Sam let out a deep sigh.
Joe ran a hand slowly up the inside of Sam’s legs, urging them apart slightly. Sam followed the direction and shifted his legs, knowing his hole was now exposed to the barber he had met only half an hour ago. He then heard the shaking of the shaving foam can.
“This will feel a little cold at first.” Sam heard Joe squirt the can before he felt Joe’s hand spread the cold foam between his cheeks. At first Sam was shocked by how quickly Joe moved toward Sam’s hole, but he knew that his cheeks were already smooth enough. He shivered as Joe rubbed the foam between his cheeks and over his hole. He knew this wasn’t a sexual touch but there was only one way that his body responded to the attention of that particular area. Sam moaned and shifted a little, unconsciously pushing back towards Joe’s fingers.
“Not yet.” Joe murmured, placing a gentle hand on Sam’s lower back.
Sam let out a longer sigh.
“Relax now please. A lot of first time guys flinch when they feel the razor. That’s the quickest way to getting cut.”
Sam sighed again, forcing his body to relax despite the stiffness of his dick leaking on the table beneath him. He felt Joe shift before he felt the blade against his skin. He breathed steadily, letting the professional do his work.
“That’s good. Stay relaxed.” Joe worked delicately. He gently held Sam’s cheek as he shaved the other side before switching. He slowed the pace even further as he attended to the sensitive area around the entrance. Sam felt his hole twitch as Joe worked closely, an unstoppable reaction to a man’s hands probing around the area. Sam forced another long breath out to relax as he felt Joe’s razor slide over his body.
“I need you to move a little. So I can open you up a bit more.” Joe slid a hand under Sam’s hip. “Slide back so your feet are on the floor and you’re bent over the table please.”
Sam did as directed. He had never been able to deny the request of a man who had his hands on him. As he moved he heard the fall of fabric hitting the ground. He turned his head to see that Joe had removed his apron and his shirt.
“You don’t mind if I get comformtable right?” Joe maintained the direct tone that he had throughout this whole encounter and Sam was unable to say no. He also didn’t mind the view of the tatted-up, bulky torso of the barber now standing over him.
“Just a little more work to do and then we’re done OK?”
Sam’s eyes darted to Joe’s pants before he took his position behind him again, finally confirming that Joe was indeed erect in his chinos. The barber was enjoying this as much as Sam was it seemed.
Joe slid a hand between Sam’s legs and urged them a little wider apart. As he moved his hand back up to his cheeks he took a small detour, sliding his fingers over Sam’s erect cock that now stuck out beneath the table.
“Very nice,” Joe spoke softly, almost to himself.
Sam shuddered but Joe’s hand moved away as quickly as it had arrived, and returned to the work at hand. The younger man relaxed himself as Joe resumed the work of shaving his hole. His opening twitched again as Joe’s attention returned to it and Sam couldn’t help but wonder just how much Joe was enjoying the view of his smooth ass opened and presented to him. He had maintained professional standards so far, aside from removing his shirt, but Sam couldn’t help but think about what might happen next.
“And we’re done.” Joe stepped back from the table after the last slow swipe of the razor. “Just stay there for a moment.”
Sam heard the water run in the sink before he felt the warm, wet towel run over his ass cheeks and then slowly rub over his hole. A soft moan escaped his lips before he could hold it back.
“Oh. Sorry.” Sam said quickly.
“That’s OK.” Joe replied, as he continued to slowly wipe the towel over Sam. “This is part of the service as well.”
Sam could hear the heavy breathing of the barber and wasn’t sure that this was in fact a standard offering. But as his hole twitched and his dick continued to leak he wasn’t about to stop it.
“Now I just need to rub some lotion over the area, to avoid the irritation OK?”
Sam nodded and sighed as Joe removed his hands. He heard the pop of a bottle opening and soon Joe’s fingers returned to Sam’s ass. The barber worked slowly over the areas which he had shaved before circling Sam’s hole. The more he worked, the more Sam knew that this was as much for the barber’s enjoyment as it was part of the service. Sam sighed and pushed back slightly, asking for more attention. Joe provided it, pushing gently against Sam now. A single finger rubbed at Sam’s hole and both men let out a deep sigh. Sam spread his legs wider again, hoping that Joe would take yet another hint.
Joe let out a soft grunt before he spoke. “Do you want me to fu-“
“Yes please!” The words flew from Sam’s mouth before Joe could even finish the question and all at once Joe’s hand fell away from Sam’s body, and the younger man heard the unbuckling of a belt and the fall of the barber’s pants to the floor. Another bottle cap opened, the cold sensation that then dripped over Sam’s hole confirmed it to be lube. He heard the slicking of Joe’s cock and knew he needed a glimpse of what the bigger man was about to slide into him.
Sam turned and was not disappointed. Joe had a thick, uncut dick in his hand, sticking out from a perfectly manicured bush and sitting above low-hanging balls. “Fuck yes,” Sam said to himself before lying back down on the table and bracing himself.
Joe stepped forward and gently pushed at Sam’s opening. Sam huffed out a deep breath and pushed back. The relaxing that Sam had done for the shaving worked in both their favours now and Joe’s head easily slid inside.
“Fuuuuck,” Joe’s response was long and drawn out.
Sam matched it with a long sigh. “Keep going.”
Joe did so, pushing deeper until his hips rested against Sam’s and he bottomed out.
“Can I be quick?” Joe asked.
“It’s all yours.” Sam responded, considering he had been hard since he had been sitting in the barber’s chair, and how good Joe was currently filling his hole, he didn’t think he would last much longer than Joe anyway.
Joe placed his hand on Sam’s back again, pushing him down slightly and causing Sam’s cock to slide against the table. As Joe began to thrust, the buildup of precum meant Sam’s wet skin slid easily up and down his head as it rubbed against the slicked-up vinyl of the massage table.
Sam braced himself, pushing back slightly to give Joe permission to fuck harder. The bigger man took the hint and within moments the grunting of both of them and the sound of skin on skin filled the room.
“Fuck, you feel good.” Joe increased his pace again, his hand holding Sam in place as he thrust.
“You too. Shit.” Sam felt a tingle run through his body. He wasn’t going to last long. “Are you going to breed me?” He said through panting breaths.
“Oh fuck!” Joe slammed deep now. “You want it?”
“Yes! Yes!” Sam pushed his body back slightly, enough that he could reach down and grip his cock. He held it still for now, knowing that it wouldn’t take much to send him over the edge.
“I’m gonna cum!” Joe thrust hard and fast, stretching Sam with each thrust and sending a jolt of pleasure through both of them.
“Fuck yes. Me too.” Sam stroked his cock now, matching the pace of the top behind him.
“Oh God! I’m cumming.” Joe grunted and slammed deep. Sam felt the pulsing of the thick cock inside him and with a few furious strokes, pushed himself over the edge. As Joe bucked against Sam and flooded him with his load the younger man fired, spraying his cum on the floor beneath the table.
Joe held his cock deep as Sam’s body shuddered through his orgasm. As the last shock of pleasure shook both of them, they released a deep sigh.
“Oh wow. Your date tomorrow night is a lucky guy.” Joe said, chuckling to himself as he slowly withdrew his wilting cock.
“As are your clients if that’s part of the service.” Sam stood up and stretched his legs.
“Not always.” Joe caught Sam’s eye and smiled.
“Well, thank you, sir.” Sam reached for the nearby towel and began to wipe himself down.
“No. Thank you.” Joe dressed himself and stepped out of the small room.
After Joe had left, Sam began to redress, he glanced down at the load of cum sprayed over the floor. Some of that was meant to be saved for tomorrow night. But how could Sam have said no to the thick piece of meat that Joe had offered? He stepped out through the curtain to see Joe standing behind the register. Sam smiled, reminding himself that all this had started as a business transaction.
“So that’s $30 for the haircut. $50 for the shave. With a Joe’s Club discount that comes to $25 please.” Joe winked as he punched the buttons on the screen.
Sam blushed again. He had never thought his ass could be so lucrative. He tapped his card against the reader before taking one of Joe’s business cards.
“I’ll make sure to come back soon Joe.”
“Please do.”
Sam turned to the door. As he walked from the shop he felt the familiar tingle of his well-used hole and knew he would be booking Joe’s services again very soon.
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