I had been feeling up and, on occasion, clumsily fucking a few fella band young lady during luncheon and in the afternoon time slot. I was definitely working my way up to the material good experiences when, out of nowhere, a different kind of experience changed my perspective.

On a Saturday, being under exacting orders to get a haircut, I went to the"beauty salon"at the turning point shopping center. This particular locating was also a teaching salon, meaning they held classes there as well. Apparently I showed up right at mop up and the one teacher was just about to leave. Seeing me at the door - he must have decided he needed the one last 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 feathered cut. He suggested we go into the teaching orbit so that no one else would think he was open. He flipped the"undefended"signboard to"fill up"and locked the door… then led me to the back room.

Inside the teaching elbow room was a nice leather couch that faced a beautiful antique barber electric chair. The death chair stood out as it was beautifully restored in red leather and shine organization. Everything else was White River Fe. What were unique on the antique chairs were the footstool where you put your feet while you were getting a shoeshine. There was also the standard footrest, which I used as tennis shoes don't get polished. After checking out my whisker, he stood me up and took me to the shampoo area and, as I was wearing a tank top and gym shorts for my workout in a couple of time of day, decided he didn't need to put an apron on me yet. He set about washables and rinsing my hair's-breadth 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 chairman. While he was wrapping the forestage around me, he commented on how"tight"I was. He started rubbing my shoulders in what I would call a"master"manner. But then, his hands moved across my pecs, over my mamilla and down my stomach a bit. For the initiatory sentence ever… I felt that little frisson of anticipation that I had felt from the schoolgirls I had put in the same position. My only if response, was raise up, the flimsy bit, to grant him the most subtle approval. If I had read it right… he could try for More. If I'd misread him… I could avoid any embarrassment. But he stopped and returned to my hair. After a while of fussing with clipper ship, then scissors, then finishing up with clippers again he gyrate me around to the mirror to get my approval. I had been very relaxed during this clock time, eyes closed and thinking about what had transpired. Apparently it had had it's affect as when I opened my eyes to see the progress in the mirror… I realized I had a raging erection. Boots never commented on it and completely ignored it. He then suggested we go back to the cesspit and wash off all the clippings so that I wouldn't itch during my workout. He suggested I hit my shirt so he could shake up it out. I took off the shirt and sat back in the chair - laying my head back into the sink. He proceeded to rinse the clipping off my top dog, articulatio humeri and chest. Then he took a towel and gently wiped the excess off. He then motioned me back to the Samuel Barber president for some"clean up ”.

Sliding back in the professorship he laid it back in an almost flat view. He took the towel and was drying my chest again. As his mitt came in tangency with the skin of my stomach and hips… I accidentally let out an hearable moan. He stopped with the drying and placed his hand flatbed on my lower belly. I felt his other mitt move to my chest of drawers and in particular, my pap. While he was rubbing gentle circuit around my nipple, the starting time hand slowly slid into my short circuit and under my athlete. Within seconds, his subdued hired hand was wrapped around my total teenage cock. He moved to the end of the chair and started to slide down my short. Never hearing him say a watchword I raised my hip joint to leave my trunks to slide off easier. Boots adjusted the metrical foot rests on the death chair to prove my groundwork up a bit. The position they were in allowed my knees to drop open comfortably. succeeding thing I know Boots had reached into a heater unit and brought out a massage oil. He also set up his clippers again. He went to ferment on my groin, balls and ass crack with the clipper ship and trimmed off all the extra hair… leaving me a nice piece above my putz so I looked somewhat convention, but clipping all the repose away. Next he pulled out a razor and shave ointment and made my balls and ass as smooth as a sister. The feeling was fabulous and I was starting to twist. When he wiped me down and started rubbing me down from pass to toe with the oil I really started to wrestle. God, my cock was laborious. But he was leaving it alone. He continued on with an incredible rub down. It wasn't the natural process that was so wondrous, but the stance he had me in ; totally vulnerable. In a blank space that was usually full of people. I knew we were alone…. But the belief of being on show was incredible.

When I was putty and completely bequeath to follow his lead, he grabbed my coxa and motioned for me to move them to the sharpness of the chair. Doing that brought my knee up. kicking took out some shoulder strap and strapped my tennis place to the footrests. Then he moved to the head of the chair and motioned for me to raise my blazonry up. Not sure what he used, but he bound my manpower together and tied them over my caput. The realness of my place started to sink in and I got a little nervous… but Boots then reached over and circled his fist around my peter and got my total attention. He worked it back to its careen unvoiced status and then stepped back. He started unbuttoning his frock. He laid it neatly over the sofa and then sat down and removed his place, socks and pants. He was wearing something of a leather thong with a hole through which protruded a gracious, average size of it cock with a definitive mushroom cloud head. He walked back to me, leap and shiny, circling up to the expanse around my mind. This was a low gear. His cock, which had been semi hard, was now stretching out and becoming remains. He landed it on my cheek. I gasped as he rubbed it around my human face and, at the Sami time began pinching a tit. As I gasped and my mouth opened a bit the cockhead found its way home. I rolled my brain over to provide for better first appearance. It was smooth, heavy but soft at the same clip. It tasted of soap and clean and jerk. There was never, ever, a bad notion about it. No disgust. No"gay"awe. Nothing. I was Just enjoying a few moments of providing a mysterious feeling and enjoying the care. About the time bang's prick had grown to maximum sizing and girth, he pulled it back from my compass. He stepped to the foot of the president, between my outstretched knees. His manus began rubbing my pectus, ribs, stomach and hips… growing more crude by the here and now. The care had me straining against the ropes… not to head for the hills, but to rush him to the next measure. I was giving him my good erotic movement possible while strapped down. Eventually, I felt that succeeding footprint coming. That mushroom head was at the entrance to my tight, virgin ass. I felt Boots applying an incredibly slick oil to both his cock and my total ass crack. Then I felt a finger… gently opening me up… going consistently deeper into my ass. Shortly thereafter a second fingerbreadth joined it, opening me up a bit more. import later… I was empty. Then the pressure of that mushroom cloud head reappeared. More persistent.. more force and it popped in while I let out a yelp. Boots had patience 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 swollen part. How on earth was he not cumming ? I was tight… and helpless. The in conclusion motion of his was to rear back and push the last two in in to the hilt, prompting me to arc my backrest like a gripe 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 association of his rose hip with my jetty brought a grown and the writhe out of me. My cock was so intemperate I couldn't stand it. Just seeing it there, angry and red was agony enough. Just when I was getting into a rhythm… Boots stopped his hammering. He unstrapped my understructure and them moved and unfettered my helping hand from the chair… but left them bound together. He pulled me up from the chairman and took me over to a massage table the he lowered to about 2 invertebrate foot off the trading floor. Laying me down on my stomach with my head through the fount porthole he proceeded to connect my leap hands to the leg of the board. mo later I felt straps binding my knees together and then more straps binding my ankle joint together and finally strapping my ft down to the table. Boots then took a pillow and doubling it up, forced it under my hip joint. I wasn't ready for the 1st slap to my ass and I jumped… but moaned. It wasn't hard enough to hurt but enough to make me squirm. Five smack later he stopped. It was then I felt him straddle the table and my legs. My ass was the perfect height for his still sway hard cock. And it was then, it that beautiful prone place that I learned the import of a fierce fuck. He was in and out of me in a most vicious, and gratifying fashion. I couldn't tell if it was pain or delight, but I was in no position to stop it.

After about five minutes of this, he stopped, and began removing the straps to my wooden leg. He rolled me over onto my spinal column with my hands still above my header. Untying my leg he folded me over so my stifle were toward my berm. Then he sank that stopcock back into my ass, driving it to the base and he stopped. He reached down with one hand and began jacking my own cock, which had been dying to blow a loading. Not two bit later it was blowing…. More than I'd ever blown… and right into my open mouthpiece. bit later the boot pulled out of my ass and blew his entire, full load, straight into my undetermined sassing. He dropped my legs down and forced me to show him my mouth full of semen and then accept every drop. Again… more pleasant than not. He sent me to the exhibitor in the back and had me clean up. When I came back out dressed, he was dressed too. set to go, as if nothing ever happened. He suggested I return within two weeks to go on the hair looking good and suggested that Saturday, at 3:00 PM was always a full meter to fare. It was a neat summer.. and my haircloth looked great .