I had been feeling up and, on occasion, clumsily fucking a few lad band girls during lunch and in the afternoon time expansion slot. I was definitely working my way up to the real commodity experiences when, out of nowhere, a unlike kind of experience changed my perspective.

On a Sabbatum, being under hard-and-fast rescript to get a haircut, I went to the"salon"at the quoin shopping midpoint. This fussy fix was also a precept salon, meaning they held form there as well. Apparently I showed up right at closure and the one instructor was just about to leave. Seeing me at the threshold - he must have decided he needed the one shoemaker's last job and let me in. He introduced himself at"Boots."flush 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 heart-to-heart. He flipped the"open"sign to"closed"and locked the door… then led me to the backbone room.

Inside the educational activity room was a dainty leather couch that faced a beautiful antique barber chair. The chairwoman stood out as it was beautifully restored in red leather and fine-tune brass. Everything else was white iron. What were alone on the antique chair were the footstools 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 field and, as I was wearing a cooler top and gym shorts for my workout in a couple of hours, decided he didn't need to put an apron on me yet. He set about washing and rinsing my hair in a very adept way. It just felt mythologic. When he was done he sat the chair up and led me to that beautiful barber chair. While he was wrapping the proscenium around me, he commented on how"sozzled"I was. He started rubbing my shoulders in what I would anticipate a"professional person"personal manner. But then, his hands moved across my musculus pectoralis, over my nipples and down my tummy a bit. For the first clock time ever… I felt that little shiver of anticipation that I had felt from the schoolgirls I had put in the Sami side. My merely response, was prove up, the slightest bit, to give him the most subtle approval. If I had read it right… he could try for more than. If I'd misread him… I could avoid any overplus. But he stopped and returned to my hair. After a while of fussing with clipper ship, then scissors, then finishing up with clipper ship again he birl me around to the mirror to get my favorable reception. I had been very relaxed during this clip, 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 cesspool and rinse off all the clippings so that I wouldn't itchiness during my exercising. He suggested I get rid of my shirt so he could throw off it out. I took off the shirt and sat back in the chair - laying my question back into the swallow hole. He proceeded to rinse the snip off my heading, shoulders and chest. 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 electric chair he laid it back in an almost level office. He took the towel and was drying my breast again. As his mitt came in striking with the tegument of my tum and hips… I accidentally let out an hearable moan. He stopped with the drying and placed his helping hand flat tire on my lour belly. I felt his early helping hand move to my chest and in peculiar, my mammilla. While he was rubbing gentle circles around my mamilla, the first hand slowly slid into my boxers and under my jock. Within seconds, his easy hand was wrapped around my full teenage cock. He moved to the end of the hot seat and started to slew down my drawers. Never hearing him say a Book I raised my hips to provide my boxershorts to slue off easier. flush adjusted the foot rests on the president to evoke my substructure up a bit. The locating they were in allowed my human knee to dribble open comfortably. Next thing I know Boots had reached into a warmer unit and brought out a massage oil. He also set up his clipper ship again. He went to knead on my groin, balls and ass wisecrack with the clippers and trimmed off all the overabundance hair… leaving me a nice patch above my cock so I looked somewhat normal, but clipping all the rest away. Next he pulled out a razor and trim cream and made my ball and ass as smooth as a baby. The feeling was fabulous and I was starting to wrestle. When he wiped me down and started rubbing me down from head to toe with the oil I really started to wrestle. God, my pecker was hard. But he was leaving it alone. He continued on with an unbelievable rub down. It wasn't the activity that was so antic, but the position he had me in ; totally vulnerable. In a place that was usually broad of people. I knew we were alone…. But the feeling of being on display was incredible.

When I was putty and completely willing to follow his leading, he grabbed my hips and motioned for me to move them to the edge of the chairwoman. Doing that brought my knees up. iron heel took out some shoulder strap and strapped my tennis shoes to the footrest. Then he moved to the head of the chair and motioned for me to get up my arm up. Not certain what he used, but he bound my mitt together and tied them over my head. The reality of my spot started to sink in and I got a little nervous… but kick then reached over and circled his fist around my tool and got my add up attention. He worked it back to its rock hard status and then stepped back. He started unbuttoning his frock. He laid it neatly over the sofa and then sat down and removed his horseshoe, socks and pant. He was wearing something of a leather G-string with a hole through which protruded a squeamish, average size cock with a authoritative mushroom head. He walked back to me, bounce and shiny, circling up to the area around my chief. This was a for the first time. His cock, which had been semi backbreaking, was now stretching out and becoming stiff. He landed it on my face. I gasped as he rubbed it around my face and, at the same meter began pinching a nipple. As I gasped and my mouth opened a bit the cockhead found its way abode. I rolled my forefront over to allow for better entry. It was unruffled, hard but soft at the same time. It tasted of soap and clean. There was never, ever, a bad tactile sensation about it. No disgust. No"gay"veneration. null. I was Just enjoying a few moments of providing a mystic feeling and enjoying the care. About the metre Boot's cock had grown to maximum size and girth, he pulled it back from my reach. He stepped to the metrical unit of the chair, between my outstretched articulatio genus. His hands began rubbing my breast, costa, stomach and hips… growing Thomas More rocky by the moment. The attention had me straining against the ropes… not to head for the hills, but to rush him to the next steps. I was giving him my better erotic social movement possible while strapped down. Eventually, I felt that next pace coming. That mushroom-shaped cloud headway was at the entering to my tight, Virgin ass. I felt Boots applying an incredibly slick oil to both his hammer and my entire ass crevice. 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. Moments later… I was empty. Then the press of that mushroom question 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 mind. He kept working it over and over again until four of the six inches were in… just past the swollen persona. How on earth was he not cumming ? I was tight… and helpless. The survive move of his was to set up back and force the finale two inch in to the hilt, prompting me to arc my spinal column 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 groin brought a grown and the writhe out of me. My cock was so intemperately I couldn't stand it. Just seeing it there, furious and red was rack enough. Just when I was getting into a rhythm… iron boot stopped his hammer. He unstrapped my metrical foot and them moved and unfastened my script 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 infantry off the storey. Laying me down on my tum with my head teacher through the face porthole he proceeded to connect my bound hands to the leg of the mesa. Moments later I felt straps binding my knees together and then more shoulder strap binding my ankle together and finally strapping my metrical unit down to the table. boot then took a pillow and doubling it up, forced it under my pelvis. I wasn't ready for the firstly 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 wooden leg. My ass was the perfect superlative for his still rock strong cock. And it was then, it that beautiful prone status that I learned the meaning of a fierce fuck. He was in and out of me in a most savage, and pleasurable fashion. I couldn't tell if it was hurting or joy, but I was in no position to cease it.

After about five minutes of this, he stopped, and began removing the strap to my legs. He rolled me over onto my back with my men still above my brain. Untying my legs he folded me over so my knees were toward my articulatio humeri. Then he sank that cock back into my ass, driving it to the base and he stopped. He reached down with one mitt and began jacking my own shaft, which had been dying to bluster a load. Not two minutes later it was blowing…. more than than I'd ever blown… and right into my open mouthpiece. Moments later kick pulled out of my ass and blew his entire, broad shipment, straight into my out-of-doors mouth. He dropped my ramification down and forced me to shew him my rima oris full of come and then eat up every drop. Again… more pleasant than not. He sent me to the shower in the back and had me clean up. When I came back out dressed, he was dressed too. prepare to go, as if nothing ever happened. He suggested I return within two calendar week to keep the pilus looking unspoilt and suggested that Saturday, at 3:00 PM was always a good time to come. It was a cracking summer.. and my fuzz looked nifty .