by: Peachy24 – check him out on Squirt.org!
I do well at maintaining my appearance. At the time of this encounter I was nearing my 21st birthday and needed to freshen up my look for what was sure to be the biggest event that the city had ever seen.
The barbershop had only just opened at the local shops and my regular salon wasn’t able to squeeze me in, so I decided to give them a go. I walk in and was immediately greeted by an enthusiastic and vibrant young lady with the most beautiful skin you’ve ever seen, who was encouraging me to take a seat. I took a seat and it was at this point that I began to slowly look around the barbershop and noticed that the three barbers working were all in their 20s, Middle Eastern in appearance, toned, slim, and arguably human versions of the statue of David. I get the feelings in the groin that any horny 20-year-old gets when he envisions what he’d like to do with all three of these gods whilst looking in the mirror at the reflection of the one that I hoped would be cutting my hair. I didn’t realise, but I was clearly staring at this guy now, undressing him with my eyes, and that’s when I realised he was looking back at me and had a cheeky grin on his face. I feel my face blush and I quickly look away, having to squirm around in my seat to “readjust” myself.
Staring at the floor of the shop and still picturing this barber’s amazing bubble butt that was bulging in his tight fitted pants, my dream was interrupted by a deep voice calling my name. “Jarrod?” It was him. The guy I’d visually undressed and who caused my 7.5” cock to go from soft to rock hard is standing there, summoning me to his chair. He stood the same height as me, his dark hair styled perfectly with not a strand out of place. His olive skin as perfect as the lady that greeted me, his stubble coming through also perfectly shaped, and then there was his smile. He had a cheeky grin and his perfect white teeth were sitting perfectly behind it. Encouraging me to sit, he breaks my stare. “Hi Jarrod, I’m Nick. Take a seat”. That sheepish grin and the sparkling white teeth return to his face.
After telling Nick what I wanted and that it was my birthday in three days’ time he begins cutting my hair. I can’t help but stare at this guy in the mirror. He’s truly a version of what I had jerked off to. We kept making eye contact and he’d bring back that cute smile and quickly glance away. He made his way from the back of my head and was now working on the sides. That’s when I realised it: Nick, the guy I’d been staring at and wanting to see naked, was deliberately, but gently pushing his crotch into my upper arm and shoulder. There was certainly a bit of firmness with each bump he’d make. I look at his face in the mirror and we again lock eyes. He smiles. I’m now in a panic, my heart beating so hard it’s like it’s about to jump from my chest. Is Nick hard? Is Nick giving me a sign that he’s interested? Is he letting me know he’s into me? Is my dream of seeing Nick naked going to come to reality???
I cross my arms under the cape, but on the side that Nick is on, I put my hand up higher, almost at shoulder level. *bump* …and there it was. Nick pushed his crotch onto my hand and there’s now no doubt, even though it was all but a one-second bump; there’s no denying that Nick is rock hard. I now lift my hand that was gripping my arm and whilst still under the cape, I hold it out open and then Nick brushes his crotch across my fingertips. He stops, looks at me and smiles again, so I take that as a good sign. I cup his crotch with my hand and give it a slight squeeze. Nick is rock hard. Harder than the statue of the David. His bulge doesn’t seem to quite fit into my hand. My index finger slowly traces the outline of his shaft and when I get to where his knob should be, my fingers have parted his legs and slide further down between them. This guy is hung like a donkey and tucked up so very, very tightly. He must be aching to release this monster.
I finally find the tip of his cock and Nick stops cutting at this point and lets out a faint, but audible, sigh. I continue tracing Nick’s cock through his jeans for the remainder of the cut while I gently squeeze my own rock-hard cock with my other hand. As Nick styles my hair and turns on the hairdryer, he bends down to ear level and says, “Wait for me at the bottom of the escalator at the car park over there. I’ll be right behind you.” He finished styling my hair and cleaning me up and removes my cape. As I go to stand, he puts one hand on my shoulder holding me in place and leans across my body and begins to pretend to brush hair from my leg, but that wasn’t what he’s aiming for. He finds it: my hard cock outlined in my jeans with a good-sized dollop of precum seeping through the denim. He gives it a quick squeeze and whispers again, “Car park, five minutes,” and he quickly scoots away to the office area.
I stand up and pick up, trying to find anything at all to cover myself, but there was nothing. I quickly pay and head off toward the escalators and make my way down toward the car park…
Image: Ian Green & Brock Banks in Movember Moments – Masqulin
