I had been feeling up and, on affair, clumsily fucking a few fellow band girlfriend during dejeuner and in the good afternoon clip slot. I was definitely working my way up to the really good experiences when, out of nowhere, a different kind of experience changed my perspective.

On a Saturday, being under rigid orders to get a haircut, I went to the"beauty parlor"at the corner shopping shopping center. This peculiar placement was also a teaching beauty shop, meaning they held classes there as well. Apparently I showed up right at closing and the one instructor was just about to result. Seeing me at the room access - he must have decided he needed the one net 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 area so that no one else would think he was open. He flipped the"undecided"mansion to"closed"and locked the door… then led me to the rearward room.

Inside the precept room was a nice leather sofa that faced a beautiful antique barber chair. The chair stood out as it was beautifully restored in red leather and fine-tune administration. Everything else was white iron. What were unique on the antique chairs were the footstool where you put your animal foot while you were getting a shoeshine. There was also the standard ottoman, 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 country and, as I was wearing a tank top and gym shorts for my workout in a couple of hours, decided he didn't need to put an forestage on me yet. He set about laundry and rinsing my tomentum in a very technical 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 apron around me, he commented on how"plastered"I was. He started rubbing my shoulders in what I would call a"professional"manner. But then, his work force moved across my pecs, over my nipples and down my tummy a bit. For the first time ever… I felt that short shiver of anticipation that I had felt from the schoolgirls I had put in the Lapplander position. My entirely response, was erect up, the slightest bit, to give him the most pernicious favorable reception. If I had read it right… he could try for Thomas More. If I'd misread him… I could forfend any embarrassment. But he stopped and returned to my hair. After a patch of fussing with clippers, then scissors, then finishing up with limiter again he spun me around to the mirror to get my blessing. 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 advance in the mirror… I realized I had a raging hard-on. kick never commented on it and completely ignored it. He then suggested we go back to the sink and rinse off all the clip so that I wouldn't itch during my workout. He suggested I withdraw my shirt so he could shake it out. I took off the shirt and sat back in the chair - laying my head back into the cesspool. He proceeded to rinse the press cutting off my head, berm and chest. Then he took a towel and gently wiped the redundant off. He then motioned me back to the Samuel Barber chair for some"clean up ”.

Sliding back in the chair he laid it back in an almost monotone position. He took the towel and was drying my bureau again. As his paw came in contact with the tegument of my venter and hips… I accidentally let out an hearable moan. He stopped with the drying and placed his hand flat on my lower belly. I felt his early deal move to my chest and in peculiar, my nipple. While he was rubbing appease circles around my tit, the start hand slowly slid into my boxers and under my supporter. Within seconds, his soft hand was wrapped around my fully teenage cock. He moved to the end of the chair and started to slide down my shorts. Never hearing him say a word I raised my pelvic girdle to allow my underdrawers to slide off easier. thrill adjusted the invertebrate foot rests on the chairperson to put up my feet up a bit. The position they were in allowed my knees to drop open comfortably. Next thing I know iron heel had reached into a warmer whole and brought out a massage oil. He also set up his clippers again. He went to work on my groin, balls and ass crevice with the clippers and trimmed off all the surplus hair… leaving me a Nice patch above my tool so I looked somewhat rule, but clipping all the rest away. Next he pulled out a razor and shave cream and made my globe and ass as smooth as a baby. The look was fabulous and I was starting to wriggle. When he wiped me down and started rubbing me down from head to toe with the oil I really started to twist. God, my cock was intemperately. But he was leaving it alone. He continued on with an incredible rub down. It wasn't the activity that was so fantastic, but the position he had me in ; totally vulnerable. In a place that was usually full of people. I knew we were alone…. But the feeling of being on video display was incredible.

When I was putty and completely willing to survey his lead, he grabbed my hip and motioned for me to move them to the border of the chairperson. Doing that brought my articulatio genus up. Boots took out some shoulder strap and strapped my tennis shoes to the tuffet. Then he moved to the head of the chair and motioned for me to raise my weapon system up. Not sure what he used, but he bound my hands together and tied them over my head. The reality of my berth started to settle in and I got a piddling nervous… but boot then reached over and circled his fist around my dick and got my tot attention. He worked it back to its rock music hard status and then stepped back. He started unbuttoning his frock. He laid it neatly over the couch and then sat down and removed his place, sock and bloomers. He was wearing something of a leather flip-flop with a hole through which protruded a skillful, medium size of it cock with a definitive mushroom headspring. He walked back to me, bound and shiny, circling up to the domain around my fountainhead. This was a first. His cock, which had been semi laborious, was now stretching out and becoming remains. He landed it on my cheek. I gasped as he rubbed it around my cheek and, at the same fourth dimension began pinching a teat. As I gasped and my mouth opened a bit the cockhead found its way home. I rolled my nous over to allow for serious entry. It was smooth, hard but gentle at the same time. It tasted of soap and clean. There was never, ever, a bad smell about it. No disgust. No"gay"fear. zip. I was Just enjoying a few mo of providing a mystic feeling and enjoying the attending. About the time thrill's peter had grown to maximum sizing and cinch, he pulled it back from my reach. He stepped to the foot of the chairwoman, between my outstretched knees. His handwriting began rubbing my chest, ribs, abdomen and hips… growing More rough in by the consequence. The attention had me straining against the ropes… not to escape, but to bucket along him to the adjacent steps. I was giving him my just erotic drift possible while strapped down. Eventually, I felt that next step coming. That mushroom head was at the incoming to my tight, pure ass. I felt rush applying an incredibly sleek oil to both his cock and my stallion ass crack. Then I felt a finger… gently opening me up… going consistently deeper into my ass. Shortly thereafter a second finger joined it, opening me up a bit more. instant later… I was empty. Then the pressure of that mushroom cloud drumhead reappeared. more than persistent.. more force and it popped in while I let out a yelping. bang 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 inches were in… just past the self-conceited part. How on earth was he not cumming ? I was tight… and helpless. The last motion of his was to rear back and repulse the hold up two inch in to the hilt, prompting me to arch my back like a bitch in oestrus. 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 jetty brought a grown and the writhe out of me. My cock was so hard 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 hammering. He unstrapped my feet and them moved and untied my hands 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 understructure off the flooring. Laying me down on my tummy with my head through the face port he proceeded to connect my bound hands to the leg of the table. Moments later I felt strap binding my knee together and then more straps binding my ankles together and finally strapping my feet down to the table. flush then took a pillow and doubling it up, forced it under my hips. I wasn't ready for the first slap to my ass and I jumped… but moaned. It wasn't hard enough to hurt but enough to make me squirm. Five slaps later he stopped. It was then I felt him range the table and my wooden leg. My ass was the pure summit for his still rock hard cock. And it was then, it that beautiful prostrate perspective that I learned the significance of a vehement fuck. He was in and out of me in a most brutal, and gratifying way. I couldn't William Tell if it was pain or pleasure, but I was in no position to stop it.

After about five minutes of this, he stopped, and began removing the straps to my legs. He rolled me over onto my back with my hand still above my head. Untying my legs he folded me over so my knees were toward my shoulder joint. Then he sank that cock back into my ass, driving it to the Base and he stopped. He reached down with one script and began jacking my own pecker, which had been dying to blow a load. Not two transactions later it was blowing…. more than than I'd ever blown… and right hand into my afford lip. bit later rush pulled out of my ass and blew his entire, total load, straight into my loose mouth. He dropped my leg down and coerce me to show him my mouth full of come and then swallow every drop. Again… more pleasant than not. He sent me to the shower in the back and had me make clean up. When I came back out dressed, he was dressed too. Ready to go, as if nothing ever happened. He suggested I return within two weeks to save the tomentum looking in effect and suggested that Saturday, at 3:00 PM was always a good meter to get along. It was a great summer.. and my tomentum looked great .