It was a lazy afternoon for me and my friend Ash. We hadn't made any plans for the day and our intense boredom had us contacting all our other friends to see what we could do. Ash and I usually just hang out on days like this, but it was increasingly obvious that he was still mad that I trashed his favorite pants when I wrecked my bike while wearing them last week. I told him sorry at least a thousand times and he forgave me last night, but it was still very obvious he didn't want to hang out with me. All my other friends are busy today as it turns out, so I still have no plans. I run my fingers through my wild hair over and over. I go over to the mirror and try styling it. I think I may have let it get a bit too long on the sides, and the top could definitely use a trim. "I need a haircut", I say to Ash as he taps on his phone. "Then go get a haircut", he sneers. I roll my eyes, 'why didn't I think of that?' I think sarcastically. "Thanks genius, where do you suggest I go?", I ask him. "I always go to Phil's, go there", he answers. Phil's? I look at him confused. "Is Phil's a salon or a barbershop?", I ask. Ash turns and looks at me as if I'm stupid and confims my fear by saying, "A barbershop, why"?
"I...I've never been to a barbershop before..do I....does he..will he..?", I stammer out. Ash looks at me and realizes that I'm extremely nervous. "Look, Phil is a pretty cool guy; he's really nice, charming and he's not gonna mess your hair up. If you just tell him exactly what you want, he'll do it, and he'll make it look great", Ash assures. That only comforts me some, I'm still not sure if I should go there. Then Ash adds, "He's pretty skilled with scissors, he's even won tons of awards for hair styling and stuff, and people around say he's something of a golden boy for hair cutting". Huh, maybe I can trust this guy. Ash gets tired of me contemplating going to Phil's, grabs his car keys and sighs, "Come on, I'll take you there, but we gotta hurry cuz I got plans".
"What, with who?", I yelp. "Johnathan, he's free for a couple hours so I'll be with him, and you can get a haircut", he answers. "For a couple hours??", I question. He sighs again and we leave to the car. After about 10 minutes of driving, we pull up to the front entrance of Phil's. "Alrighty, go get that fresh cut", Ash instructs as I get out of the car. I look at the building then go to Ash's window and ask again, "Back in 2 hours"? He nods, backs up and drives away. I walk towards the door and glance at the open sign. 'Alright, just ask for a trim', I say to myself and cautiously open the door. I was immediately hit with a flood of a warm, rich variety of smells such as vanilla, bay rum, citrus, hairspray, and cheap cologne. None of the scents were too strong, it was like a equal mix of each one which gave the place an very intersting smell. I looked around, the inside was definitely bigger than the outside. There was a lot of floor space, 4 normal chairs up against one of the walls, and 4 barber chairs lined up in front of 4 mirrors. I was so focused looking at all the inanimate objects in the room, I didn't even notice a man, who I assume is Phil, standing in front of a door, (presumably to the closet or supply room, maybe even an office) watching me after I had entered the shop. "Hello, what can I do for you?", he asks. His rich voice jars my thoughts and leaves me just looking at him speechless. 'Just tell him what you want, and he'll do it', Ash's words repeat in my head as I gather my thoughts again. "I just need a trim, short on the sides, and a bit off the top", I instruct as I look Phil up and down. He's wearing a black, short sleeve, button down shirt, black pants, and a thin gold chain around his neck. I notice one odd thing about his attire, or perhaps one thing missing from his attire; he's not wearing shoes, or socks. He nods and looks me up and down as well. "Is there a specific style you want?", he asks. I look down and answer, "No, not really, truth is I've never been to a barber and my friend says you're pretty good at giving people good haircuts, so...here I am".
"So you're good friends with Ash?", he inquires. I look at him puzzled, how did he know Ash's name? He sees my confused look and says, "I recognized the car". Oh, right. Ash has obviously been here before, and apparently Phil has a very good memory. He tells me to sit in one of the barber chairs. I do so facing the mirror and he stands behind me. He touches my head and runs his fingers through my hair looking at me in the mirror. "You take good care of your hair, it's clean which saves me a bit of work", he inquires. He continues to ruffle my hair for a bit, then grabs a pair of scissors and says, "I know exactly what will look best for you". He cuts my hair and I sit and watch him through the mirror. He continously looks at me in the mirror and back to my head where he's cutting. Looking at myself in the mirror, he's doing a really good job, he's not done yet, but it's starting to look very nice. He continues to cut and snip here and there, shaping my sideburns and clearing away stray hairs. When he's almost finished, he gently compliments, "Forgive me, I don't mean any offense when I say this, but you're a very pretty boy". Wow, I don't get many compliments like that, especially from barbers. I'm not offended at all, he was being genuine and him calling me a "pretty boy" actually makes me smile. "Aw, thank you", I beam as he finishes the cut. I look at myself in the mirror, it looks great! It's pretty much what I've always pictured and it actually looks good on me. I run my hands through my hair and smile ear to ear. He's right, I am a pretty boy, and my confidence was soaring. "Like it?", Phil asks. I look at him and confirm, "I love it, thank you". He smiles, nods, then says, "$7.50". Oh, right I gotta pay him. $7.50 actually isn't so bad. I reach for my wallet and-huh, that's odd. Well, maybe in the left pocket? No, umm..back pockets? No, jacket?? I wasn't wearing a jacket....ohhh SHIT!!! I left it in the car!!! Wait, did I leave it at the house??? God, I hope it's just in the car...I really gotta pay this guy. Ash won't even be back for- I look at the clock,-another hour. "Uhm,.. I think I maybe left my wallet... in my friend's car...he'll be back though,
...in about an hour", I stammer out. He just looks at me, nods, then says, "Guess we'll just have to wait til he's back then". I nod and start to pace back and forth nervously around the shop. Phil leans back against one of the barber chairs and just watches me. After about 3 minutes of me pacing, Phil says, "You know, there is another way you might be able to pay me, no money involved, and it would also help ease your nerves". I look at him puzzled, another way of payment? I'm curious, but I'm willing if it will also relieve my stress. I accept his offer. He spins the barberchair facing me and sits down in it. He reaches his hand out toward me like he's reaching for mine. I move toward him and take it. He gently pulls me toward him and when I'm close enough, moves his other hand to my waist and has me sit down on his lap facing him. Oh man, I think I know where this is going, but I already agreed to the offer, so I might as well keep it up. I feel even more nervous than before though, so I'm not sure this will make me feel better. I look into his deep, hazel eyes, they're very soft and comforting to look into, and I almost feel like I could swim in them. Damn, he's really good-looking, I feel myself loosen up, this may not be so bad. He moves his hand to my face and rubs my cheek tenderly. "A very pretty boy indeed", he whispers, moving his other hand under my shirt and stroking my back. The hand on my cheek moves down my neck and pulls my face closer to his. The anticipation is killing me, I move in quickly and kiss his lips a bit roughly. We sit there, making out in the chair for a minute before I feel both his hands move down to my ass. He grabs and squeezes me hard until I yelp out. He stands up, still holding me, and my first instinct is to wrap my legs around his waist. That's exactly what he wanted. He walks over to the large clear floor space and gently lowers me down onto the floor, still holding my ass. Wow, he's strong, I may be little, but I'm not that light. He moves off of me and starts to undo his belt. I kick off my shoes and pull off my pants and boxers quickly. He moves between my legs and I feel his dick against my groin. He doesn't stick it into me right away, instead he starts rubbing it and thrusting up against my groin. I feel his dick pulse and get harder as the shaft slides against my bean. I'm getting wetter and more stimulated just feeling it against me. Oh god, I want it, I want it so baaaad. I start moaning and begging him to put it inside me. "Ohhh, give it to me, ohhh, put it in, put it in", I plead. He's just as ready as I am and moaning too. He pulls away and starts rubbing himself in his hand. His dick is quite large, and now it's very wet either from his precum, my own, or both. He positions it against my ass, and pushes himself deep inside me. I moan out in absolute pleasure feeling his full, erect dick thrust in and out of me. His thrusts are strong, deep, a bit painful, and passionate and he's biting and kissing my neck; he's very clearly enjoying every bit of this. I'm enjoying it too, and being sure to let him know. "Ohh yes, OHH YES!, MMMMM AAHHH, You're fucking me so good!!!!", I whine out gripping his shirt. Every noise I make is getting him off more and more and his thrusts start to quicken and get more aggressive. "Ah, ah, mmmm, OHHHhhh you like that?", he moans out. It hurts a bit, but fuck it feels sooo good!! "AH, OH YES, MMMM, AAGGH!", I yelp. Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum, and I'm thinking he's gonna keep going. "AH, I'M, AAHHHH!!", I moan out as I cum hard. Whoa fuck, I was right, he's still going. God, it feel amazing. I cum 2, 3 times before he quickens his thrusts once more and I beg him to cum inside me. "Ohhh, fill me up, fill me with your hot cum, Aaahh!", I whimper. He's whining, his moans get louder, he thrusts hard into me pulling my hips against him, and cums hard. Damn, he really does fill me up, every pulse shoots a full shotglass amount inside me and I feel it dripping out before he's even finished. He lays over me and kisses my neck and lips a few times even after we're finished. I glance at the clock on the wall; holy shit, time really does fly when you're having fun. Ash will be here in 5 minutes. Phil sees me glance at the clock and says, "He's gonna be back pretty soon, we should clean up and get dressed". Just as we finish cleaning ourselves, getting dressed, and cleaning the floor, Ash bursts through the door. "Hey dingus, all finished?", he sneers. I nod and ask, "Hey, did I leave my wallet in the car, by any chance"?
"No, you left it at home, but it's fine, I'll pay", Ash sighs as he starts pulling out a $10 bill. Phil shakes his head and refuses, "No, no, no, it's a complementary free first haircut because you two are such good friends and you brought him here". Ash looks at him puzzled, then says, "A great cut like that for free? Alrighty then, thanks Phil, come on Lance". Phil winks at me and I wink back as I leave the shop with Ash. As we get in the car, Ash asks, "So do you like him cuz he did a great job"?
"Oh yes, he did a fantastic job, I do like him", I answer. I like him a lot, and I'll be sure to come back, even if it's just for a trim.
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A Quick Trim
Short StoryIn need of a haircut, Lance is dropped off at a barbershop by his friend, yet forgets his wallet and has to pay the handsome barber another way.