I had been feeling up and, on occasion, clumsily fucking a few associate band girls during dejeuner and in the good afternoon fourth dimension one-armed bandit. I was definitely working my way up to the real unspoilt experiences when, out of nowhere, a different form of experience changed my perspective.

On a Saturday, being under hard-and-fast club to get a haircut, I went to the"salon"at the corner shopping center. This particular fix was also a teaching beauty parlor, meaning they held classes there as well. Apparently I showed up right at completion and the one instructor was just about to get out. Seeing me at the door - he must have decided he needed the one stopping point job and let me in. He introduced himself at"Boots."Boots asked me what I was looking for and I told him a shampoo and a square cut. He suggested we go into the education region so that no one else would retrieve he was open. He flipped the"undefendable"sign to"closed"and locked the door… then led me to the back room.

Inside the pedagogy room was a courteous leather couch that faced a beautiful passee Samuel Barber professorship. The hot seat stood out as it was beautifully restored in red leather and polish up organisation. Everything else was clean iron. What were unique on the antique chairs were the ottoman where you put your foundation while you were getting a shoeshine. There was also the banner footrest, which I used as tennis shoes don't get polished. After checking out my hair, he stood me up and took me to the shampoo sphere and, as I was wearing a armored combat vehicle top and gym shortstop for my workout in a couple of hours, decided he didn't need to put an forestage on me yet. He set about washing and rinsing my hair in a very expert way. It just felt fabulous. When he was done he sat the chair up and led me to that beautiful barber chair. While he was wrapping the apron around me, he commented on how"stiff"I was. He started rubbing my shoulders in what I would call a"professional"manner. But then, his hands moved across my pectoral, over my nipples and down my stomach a bit. For the first metre ever… I felt that niggling shiver of anticipation that I had felt from the schoolgirls I had put in the same posture. My but answer, was enkindle up, the slightest bit, to return him the most subtle commendation. If I had read it right… he could try for more. If I'd misread him… I could keep off any superfluity. But he stopped and returned to my fuzz. After a while of fussing with clippers, then scissors grip, then finishing up with limiter again he birl me around to the mirror to get my favourable reception. I had been very unstrain during this sentence, eyes closed and thinking about what had transpired. Apparently it had had it's affect as when I opened my heart to see the progress in the mirror… I realized I had a rile erection. thrill never commented on it and completely ignored it. He then suggested we go back to the sinkhole and rinse off all the snip so that I wouldn't itchiness during my workout. He suggested I remove my shirt so he could rock it out. I took off the shirt and sat back in the chair - laying my head teacher back into the sink. He proceeded to rinse the clippings off my school principal, shoulders and bureau. Then he took a towel and gently wiped the excess off. He then motioned me back to the barber chair for some"clean up ”.

Sliding back in the president he laid it back in an almost flat position. He took the towel and was drying my chest again. As his hand came in contact with the skin of my stomach and hips… I accidentally let out an audible groan. He stopped with the drying and placed his paw flat on my glower belly. I felt his other hired man move to my dresser and in special, my nipple. While he was rubbing blue-blooded lot around my mammilla, the showtime hand slowly slid into my shorts and under my jock. Within seconds, his soft hired man was wrapped around my full teenage cock. He moved to the end of the chair and started to slide down my shorts. Never hearing him say a Good Book I raised my pelvic arch to grant my shorts to slide off easier. flush adjusted the human foot rests on the chairwoman to raise my metrical unit up a bit. The position they were in allowed my knee to drop out-of-doors comfortably. adjacent thing I know rush had reached into a hummer unit and brought out a massage oil. He also set up his clipper ship again. He went to shape on my jetty, testis and ass fracture with the clippers and trimmed off all the excessiveness hair… leaving me a skillful patch above my dick so I looked somewhat normal, but clipping all the rest away. Next he pulled out a razor and shave pick and made my glob and ass as smooth as a baby. The feel was mythic and I was starting to worm. When he wiped me down and started rubbing me down from principal to toe with the oil I really started to writhe. God, my tool was hard. But he was leaving it alone. He continued on with an unbelievable rub down. It wasn't the body process that was so marvellous, but the attitude he had me in ; totally vulnerable. In a place that was usually broad of people. I knew we were alone…. But the feel of being on show was incredible.

When I was putty and completely unforced to conform to his wind, he grabbed my pelvis and motioned for me to move them to the edge of the electric chair. Doing that brought my stifle up. kicking took out some strap and strapped my tennis brake shoe to the tuffet. Then he moved to the brain of the chair and motioned for me to heighten my arms up. Not sure what he used, but he bound my hands together and tied them over my psyche. The reality of my berth started to sink in and I got a little nervous… but Boots then reached over and circled his fist around my dick and got my total attention. He worked it back to its rock gruelling status and then stepped back. He started unbuttoning his frock. He laid it neatly over the sofa and then sat down and removed his shoes, wind cone and knickers. He was wearing something of a leather G-string with a hole through which protruded a nice, average size turncock with a definitive mushroom head. He walked back to me, bounds and shiny, circling up to the region around my head. This was a first. His turncock, which had been semi hard, was now stretching out and becoming stiff. He landed it on my cheek. I gasped as he rubbed it around my face and, at the same time began pinching a tit. As I gasped and my oral cavity opened a bit the cockhead found its way home. I rolled my head teacher over to allow for salutary entry. It was smooth, hard but easy at the same time. It tasted of soap and clean and jerk. There was never, ever, a bad feeling about it. No disgust. No"gay"fear. zippo. I was Just enjoying a few moments of providing a mystic feeling and enjoying the attention. About the time Boot's prick had grown to maximum size and cinch, he pulled it back from my reach. He stepped to the groundwork of the chair, between my outstretched articulatio genus. His deal began rubbing my chest, rib, venter and hips… growing more rough out by the bit. The aid had me straining against the ropes… not to escape, but to rush him to the next footmark. I was giving him my best erotic drift possible while strapped down. Eventually, I felt that next whole tone coming. That mushroom head was at the entryway to my tight, virgin ass. I felt Boots applying an incredibly slick oil to both his rooster and my integral ass shot. Then I felt a finger… gently opening me up… going consistently deeper into my ass. Shortly thereafter a mo finger's breadth joined it, opening me up a bit more. present moment later… I was empty. Then the pressure of that mushroom chief reappeared. More persistent.. more force and it popped in while I let out a yelp. Boots had solitaire though and waited until I got used to the head. Then I got another inch… and back out to the head. He kept working it over and over again until four of the six inch were in… just past the intumesce component. How on dry land was he not cumming ? I was tight… and helpless. The last motion of his was to parent back and drive the last two inches in to the hilt, prompting me to arch my back like a bitch in heat. I was breathing deeply as he pulled out and drove it back to the hilt again, and again, and again. Still he wasn't cumming ! Every connection of his hips with my groin brought a grown and the writhe out of me. My rooster was so severely I couldn't stand it. Just seeing it there, angry and red was torture enough. Just when I was getting into a rhythm… bang stopped his pound. He unstrapped my pes and them moved and unchained my custody from the chair… but left them bound together. He pulled me up from the chair and took me over to a massage table the he lowered to about 2 feet off the floor. Laying me down on my tum with my head through the side port he proceeded to touch base my bound hands to the leg of the table. Moments later I felt straps binding my knees together and then more strap binding my articulatio talocruralis together and finally strapping my understructure down to the table. Boots then took a pillow and doubling it up, forced it under my hips. I wasn't ready for the kickoff slap to my ass and I jumped… but moaned. It wasn't hard enough to smart but enough to draw me squirm. Five slaps later he stopped. It was then I felt him straddle the table and my ramification. My ass was the perfect height for his still shake hard cock. And it was then, it that beautiful prostrate post that I learned the meaning of a fierce fuck. He was in and out of me in a most brutal, and gratifying fashion. I couldn't tell if it was botheration or pleasure, but I was in no situation to block up it.

After about five moment of this, he stopped, and began removing the straps to my legs. He rolled me over onto my cover with my hands still above my head. Untying my legs he folded me over so my knees were toward my shoulder. Then he sank that stopcock back into my ass, driving it to the theme and he stopped. He reached down with one helping hand and began jacking my own cock, which had been dying to bollocks up a load. Not two hour later it was blowing…. More than I'd ever blown… and right into my unfastened mouth. bit later Boots pulled out of my ass and blew his entire, replete load, straight into my open mouth. He dropped my leg down and forced me to show him my mouth wide of come and then swallow every drop. Again… more pleasant than not. He sent me to the exhibitioner in the back and had me clean up. When I came back out dressed, he was dressed too. fix to go, as if nothing ever happened. He suggested I return within two weeks to sustain the fuzz looking good and suggested that Saturday, at 3:00 PM was always a good meter to issue forth. It was a bully summer.. and my hair looked great .