Date: Thu, 22 Dec 2011 10:19:40 +0000 (GMT) From: penny cox Subject: Getting my Hair Cut As a young boy growing up with my mum, I had lots of opportunity to secretly dress up in her clothes. Mum worked full-time, so in the school holidays, I dressed up all day, parading around in her underwear, wanking myself off as I lay on her bed, watching myself in the mirror. When I went to the all-boys senior school, I was introduced to mutual wanking in toilet cubicles. I loved it and soon became a regular, going into cubicles with any boy that would let me wank him off. The sight and feel of their cock was so lovely, I couldn't get their trousers down quickly enough, and get my hand down inside their underpants. Getting my hair cut was a lovely experience. I loved having someone touching and carressing my hair, and wearing sexy underwear made it all the more pleasureable. I had always been to the same hairdresser, and old man called Stan, who worked alone in a little back street shop. Once he had slipped the gown around me, and no-one could see, I'd start to rub the front of my trousers. Stan had always sort of leant against me when he cut my hair. When I was very young, it didn't really notice, but now I was around 12 or 13, I did notice, and liked it, and found that if I left a hand on the arm of the chair, Stan would be brushing the bulge in his trousers against my hand, and arm. One day when we were alone, Stan whispered to me that some young boys liked to wank themsleves off under the gown, while he cut their hair. I said "Really Stan". "Yes" he whispered "I don't mind. I call them my special customers. And I sometimes I lean against them, as I cut their hair, like I do with you. I hope you don't mind, and that you won't tell anyone"? "No Stan, I won't tell anyone, I like it" I found myself blurting out. I put both hands on the arms, underneath the gown and waited. Stan came round to the side and gently rested himself against my hand. I could feel his bulge, but nothing clearly. "You see that extra mirror under then table, by the footrest"? he asked. I looked down, and there it was. I nodded. "that's so I can see up under the gown, and keep an eye on what they're doing. You like to rub your trousers don't you"? I blushed with embarrassment, and looked down at the mirror. I could clearly see up under the gown and gave my little bulge a squeeze. "There you are" Stan said "I can see everything you're doing under there. Some boys like to have a wank, and I'm not going to tell anyone. It's our little secret" I eased my hand back up onto the arm, where Stan was leaning, pushing the back of me hand against his bulge, and this time I felt his cock for a brief second. "Oh that felt nice Peter" he whispered "I don't mind if you want to touch me down there. Some boys do, and it's our little secret. "Do they, honestly"? I asked very quietly. "Yes Peter, my little friend" he whispered "for some of them, I lock the shop, and pull down the blinds. Why don't you come in the late afternoon next time"? I nodded "I will Stan" I whispered, undoing my trousers and getting my boy-cock out. With one hand I started to give myself a slow wank, while keeping the other on the arm. "It's almost lunchtime" Stan said, moving over to the door, locking it, and pulling down the blinds. In the mirror I saw him turn and walk back to me, undoing his zip as he did so. When he got to the chair he lifted the gown up on that side, and then undid his trousers. In the mirror, I saw his trousers fall to the floor, and watched as the front of his navy blue Y-fronts were rested against my hand. Slowly he moved himself to and fro, rubbing himself against my hand. I turned my hand outwards, and cupped it right over his bulge. "Oh, Peter, am I the first man you've felt like this" I nodded. "Good" he whispered as I began to sqeeze him. I couldn't resist, and lifed my hand and began to ease it down inside the front of his pants, just like I did every day in the school toilets. Suddenly my fingertips were touching Stans cock. As he took a deep breath, I slipped my fingers around it, and began to wank it. He was semi-hard,but soon grew to a full and gorgeous erection as I worked my hand up and down. I looked at the scene in the mirror, and turned my head to see it only inches away. Stan started to fun his fingers over my head, very gently carressing my ears, before lifting my chin, and bending forward to give me a brief kiss on the lips. "That feels so nice Peter" he sighed "Let me pull my pants down for you" I watched as he eased them dow, his cock springing out and standing out straight, as if pointing to my face. I watched as my hand continued to work up and down his cock. He was looking down at my cock, with my other hand working it up and down. "Peter, are you wearing your Mothers panties"? I nodded, adding "And a bra". "Oh Peter, I'd like to see you dressed in girls underwear. Do you like it"? I nodded, and he kissed me again. Suddenly he was shaking. I looked at his cock, and saw 3 or 4 big spurts of cum shoot out and spatter over my face and on the gown. "Oh Peter, Peter" he moaned, as the long dribbly stage followed, as I continued to wank him. When he was empty, I got another kiss, and then started to cum myself . Luckily Stan managed to catch most of it in tissues, and the panties soaked up the rest. Stan pulled up his pants and trousers, and I got off the chair and pulled up mine. Stan pulled my to him, kissed me and whispered "You're one of my special customers now Peter, so come about 4.00 in the afternoon, ok"? I nodded, and he unlocked and let me leave. I rinsed my panties out at home, and started to get the tea ready. "Your hair looks nice Peter" Mum said as she came in from work. "Stan has cut it nice. When did you have it done"? "Lunchtime" I said "How much did he charge you"? Mum asked. "Not much" I said, smiling at her End of Part 1