Barber's Shop Boys.

I got more than just a haircut in the back room at hairdresser Gino's.

I always have my hair cut at Gino’s just down our local high street. Gino himself usually does my hair. He’s about my age, early forties, mediterranean with designer stubble. He makes no secret of the fact that he’s gay. He also makes no secret of the fact that he fancies me. The way his hand so often brushes lightly against my thigh or my backside when I get into his chair makes that clear. I don’t usually respond. But equally I make it clear I don’t mind his approaches, especially when I’m feeling randy myself.

I was there a week or so ago and had a more interesting time than usual.
Gino had just finished doing my hair when he asked me, in a soft voice no other customer would hear:

“Is there any other hair you would like me to tidy up for you, sir?” Gino always calls me sir.

As he spoke he slid open a drawer in the counter in front of me. It opened to show an A4 sized folder open at a full-frontal picture of a man’s naked slightly spread thighs and his belly up to his navel, his fully erect almost vertical penis and his balls, all shaven gleaming smooth. Gino flipped the page and there was another picture. The penis was smaller and only half erect sticking out horizontally and its pubic hair was shaven to a neat heart shape.

“It’s a new service we’ve started to offer, sir.” Gino added.

Gino touched my thigh lightly with his rainbow bracelet encircled hand. I got the idea. I like pubic hair on a boy or a girl. It’s nature’s way of proclaiming its owner is sexually mature. I’ve never liked women’s fully shaven little girl-look pussies. Give me the bushy woman look any time. I love running my fingertips through a girl’s or boy’s thick bush. I don’t mind hairlessness on boys, in fact I like a smooth hairless penis for sucking or hand-jobbing.

I was soon to go on holiday. On the beach or by the pool I wear the smallest speedos I can squeeze myself into. I don’t mind a bit of cock fur peeping out at the sides. But over the last few months when I hadn’t had anyone to show off my cock bush to I’d let my thick dark forest get a bit rampant.
So I took up Gino’s suggestion. Let me describe what happened.

We go through a door into the back of the shop. There’s a little curtained off booth just big enough for two men to be together in. On two sides are big full length wall mirrors. On the other sides are pictures of men’s penises, large and small, erect and flaccid, smooth shaven or with their pubes trimmed in a variety of styles.

“If you would like to disrobe, sir. Just the trousers and underwear should be enough but of course the more access you can give the better.”

I got Gino’s message.

“Of course,” I reply.

I lift off my tee shirt, strip off my jeans and put them out of the way on a shelf. I’m in a tiny deep red male thong in thin cotton. In anticipation and with the sheer kinky eroticism of the situation I’m already fully erect. My straining penis is pushing the thin cloth of my thong out in a huge ridge with my thick pubic hair poking out where my erection has forced the taut cloth out from my groins. I take off my thong and let my penis bounce out and swing stiffly. Its only eight inches long full erect but looks massive in the mirror.

Gino’s hand is instantly on my groin. His fingers ruffle through my pubic hair as if feeling it for length, thickness and coarseness like when a boy first gets his hand on a girl’s cunt. His soft hand feels as if he’s lovingly caressing my balls. His fingers stroke lightly up and down the length of my stiffly straining shaft as if feeling for any hairs along its length. I know I have some. I can feel them and hear them rustle against my rhythmically stroking hand every time I masturbate.

Gino’s touch elucidates a glistening droplet of pre-cum to form on the tip of my big round erection-swollen cock head. His exploring hand feels so delicious after my months of solo wanking that I involuntarily nuzzle my cock and balls into the palm of his hand.

As I scan the penises on the walls around me selecting a style, Gino’s hand runs over my naked buttocks as if inspecting them too for hair. I decide on a simple ring of trimmed pubic hair just round the base of my penis with a thin line running up from my cock to my navel to lead the eyes of anyone interested to my bulge when I’m in my speedos. Gino thinks my choice is perfect for tiny speedos. He should know.

I stand wide legged with my hips thrust forward as Gino’s little battery trimmer gets to work on my groins, my inside thigh tops, my belly below my navel and of course on my penis and balls. It feels like a delicious sensuous massage. At times Gino’s hand gently eases my straining penis against its stiffness and my balls out of his way. His hand on my buttocks held me steady. In the mirror I watch Gino and as always its obvious he enjoys his work.

Gino’s finished. He steps back to let me admire myself in the mirror. The neat little ring of dark hair round the base of my erect penis looks so dainty. I close my thumb and finger in a ring round my shaft and gently stroke like when I masturbate. My penis is deliciously smooth against my stroking hand. My balls are smooth and hairless.

“Does that feel comfortable, sir?” Gino asks, cupping his hand under my scrotum and gently caressing it.

“Perfect!” I reply, swaying my hips to nuzzle my balls into his hand and in the mirror seeing my penis swing stiffly.

“If I might suggest, sir” Gino continues. “Your buttocks too.” As he speaks his hand runs over my buttocks and the backs of my thighs. “I can get them as smooth as a girl’s, sir.”

In a flash back I remember my all boys school and boys’ girl-smooth buttocks bobbing in the gym showers. I remember too being together with another boy in a school toilet stall, our school regulation grey cotton briefs down round our thighs, our iron-hard young penises in each other’s hand with our other hand caressing each other’s girl-smooth buttocks as we add a fresh pair of semen splashes on the wall to those we and other boys had spurted there before. I think of the pool at the hotel where I’d be staying with my naked buttocks gleaming smooth under the sun. I thought of the girls and boys whose eyes will be locked on my bulging speedos and on the thin thong gusset of my speedos nestled deep between my cheeks.

“Yes please Gino.”

“Bend over sir, and spread your legs as wide as you can.”

I bend over with my back to Gino and spread my legs wide. His trimmer does its work again. Then his hand on my buttocks and his fingers in my bum crack reaching right under me across my anus and taint to my balls lusciously work moistening cream into my skin. The rhythm of his smoothly stroking hand sets my penis hanging pendulously under me swinging with the rhythm of his strokes.

“All done sir” Gino says, giving my now girl-smooth buttocks an affectionate pat. Gino certainly enjoys his job.

I stand and admire my buttocks and my erection in the mirror. I reach down to feel my buttocks. They’re deliciously smooth against my hand, every bit as delicious as those boys’ buttocks back at school long ago.

“Would you like a relaxing massage sir, to prepare you for your day?” Gino asks. As he speaks he forms his thumb and forefinger into a ring and bobs his hand in a gesture every boy knows so well the moment he discovers masturbation.

“Yes please Gino” I reply.

I spread my legs and thrust my hips forward. In the mirror I see my penis swing stiffly and heavily. Gino’s hand starts on my so sensitive groins and my inside thigh tops. His other hand caresses my buttocks, reaching under me between my legs. His finger finds my anus and I grunt with pleasure as his fingertip enters me.

His fingers gently stroke my so sensitive cock shaft and lightly caress its big soft head. In minutes he’s teased my hungry straining penis to the peak of erection stiffness and masturbation pleasure sensitivity. In the mirror my cock head is all but glowing purple.

Gino’s cream-lubricated hand wraps round my cock shaft. I brace myself for pleasure. He begins the exquisite smooth, rhythmic stroking, full length from my newly-trimmed cock bush brushing his hand, through the ring of his thumb and forefinger catching the base ridge of my cock head to his hand all but sliding off my cock head. I gasp, squirm and thrust in the pleasure of masturbation. Gino’s a professional. He knows exactly what a man needs.

The pleasure starts to rise in my loins. I grunt and thrust my penis forward as my hips involuntarily try to ram it as deep as possible into the woman my body thinks I’m fucking. Gino senses my penis suddenly hardening in his hand. His strokes slow down to lengthen my orgasm pleasure. His spare hand caresses my bum and teases my anus. I come! My body judders as my penis jerks in Gino’s hand. In the mirror in front of me I see spurt after spurt of my semen arch from my penis. Some of it splashes over the mirror and trickles down, just like our semen trickled down those toilet stall walls long ago.

Finally I stand panting with my semen spent and my penis swinging horizontally in front of me still half erect, dangling a long strand of cum. Gino produces a tissue and lovingly cleans the dangling strand from my cock head.

“Will that be all, sir?” Gino asks, affectionately caressing my bottom.

I can think of many things Gino could do for me but he has other customers to please. Another time.

“Yes thank you Gino.”

Gino runs my thong through his fingers as he hands my underwear back to me.

Back in the shop I settle my bill and thank Gino. I gave him a generous tip. As I leave I notice Gino’s assistant heading for the back of the shop together with a pretty boy who looks barely over eighteen. They’re both smiling with obvious anticipation.

“Till next time sir,” Gino says as I leave.

I’ll certainly be back at Gino's.