Date: Tue, 3 Jan 2012 09:05:34 +0000 (GMT) From: penny cox Subject: Getting my Hair Cut Part 2 Three or four weeks had passed since Peters' last haircut. "When are you going to get your hair cut Peter? said Mum "that hairdresser made such a nice job of it last time. Will you go back to him again"? "Yes Mum" I said "I thought I'd call in on my way home from school tomorrow, about 4.00". That night in bed, dressed in Mums underwear, I had a lovely wank, thinking about Stan rubbing up against me in the chair. Just after 4.00 the next day, Peter was approaching Stans' shop. Stan had one customer in the chair and no-one else waiting. Peter opened the door. "Hello Peter" Stan said, smiling at him. "Take a seat, I'll be done in a minute". Peter sat down and picked up a magazine, but kept glancing over at Stan, who was leaning against the person in the chair. Peter eased himself a little further along the seat, until he could just see in the mirror, under the counter. Wow, the man had his cock out and was openly wanking himself off under the gown. Seconds later Peter saw a tissue being wrapped around the helmet and watched as the man jerked and emptied himself. "There we are Mr Smith" Stan said "I think we're all done". Peter watched as the gown was pulled away, while the man was still zipping himself up. "Thank you Stan" said the man, standing up and throwing the tissue in the bin. Some money changed hands and the man left, glancing over at Peter. "You're next" he said winking. After the man had closed the door, Stan waited a while, then locked it and pulled down the blinds. "Hello Peter" he whispered. Peter got up and walked over to the chair, stopping beside Stan. Peters arm slipped around Stans waist, and he rested his head on Stans shoulder. "Have you been looking forward to your visit Peter" I just nodded. lifting my head a little, to kiss Stan on the cheek. "Get in the chair Peter" he said "we'll start the haircut. You'd look lovely with a more girlie haircut Peter, what do you think"? Again I just nodded and walked round beside the chair, bending down to pick the damp tissues from the bin. I climbed into the chair, and held the tissues up to my nose. "Does that smell nice Peter"? he asked, swinging the gown over me. I nodded, and began to undo my trousers, pushing them down onto my thighs. They fell down and finished up around my ankles, on the foot-rest. As I sat there in my panties, Stan leant against me, rubbing himself against my hand, as he started to cut my hair. He dampened my hair with a water spray, and began cutting. Seconds later there was a knock at the door. Stan pulled up the blind, and saw the man who had just left. Opening the door I heard Stan ask "What do you want"? to which the man said "Is the young boy a special customer"? I saw Stan nod in agreement. "Can I please come in and watch, I won't say a word, just sit in the corner" he whispered "you won't know I'm there,............Please"? Stan turned and whispered "Can Mr Smith come in Peter, he's ok, and won't say anything............well"? he said. I thought for a moment, then nodded. Mr Smith slipped in and Stan locked up and pulled the blind. I watched in the mirror as Mr Smith sat on the long bench seat, in a position where I knew he could see under the gown. I pushed the foot rest backwards a little and heard my trousers fall to the floor. I opened my legs to let Mr Smith have a good look at my panties, but he seemed to be having trouble seeing from there. Stan moved up beside me, and I whispered "I don't think that he can see from there" Stan looked round and nodded. "Fetch that stool Mr Smith and move a little nearer" Stan said pointing to a stool by the wall. I watched as Mr Smith picked up the stool and positioned it on the other side of the chair from Stan, not 3 or 4 feet from me. When Mr Smith was comfortable, I whispered "Can you see ok from there Mr Smith"? He looked up at me and smiled, saying "Yes thankyou", before looking into the mirror again. Once again I opened my legs, and began to rub the front of my panties with one hand while lifting the tissues up to my nose again with the other. "You see that Mr Smith"? Stan said across the chair "Peter just loves the smell of your cum. What a pity you got rid of it so soon, maybe Peter could have helped you, eh Peter"? I looked up at Stan who was smiling, then down at Mr Smith. "If only I'd been 10 minutes earlier" I blurted out, "Perhaps I could have helped you" I couldn't believe I'd just said that. Mr Smith looked up at me. "Really"? he asked. I nodded and smiled down at him. "You two should make and appointment together in future" whispered Stan "What do you think"? Mr Smith and I both nodded. Slowly, under the gown, I began to wriggle and ease my panties down, to my thights, then knees, then they floated to the floor. Mr Smith quickly got up, and reached forward, grabbing my panties and lifted them to his face. "Peter's got a bra on as well" said Stan, feeling the front of my jumper to make sure. "Peter looks good in sexy underwear, would you like to see"? I looked down at Mr Smith. He was nodding and rubbing my panties all over his face. The gown was taken off and Stan whispered "Come on Peter, take that jumper off and show Mr Smith how nice you look in your frilly bra. I obeyed and eased my jumper off. Stan took it and folded it up, as I sat there in a pink lacey bra and matching frilly camisole top. "What do you think of Peter, Mr Smith. Come and have a look". As Mr Smith got up, I made sure I had both hands on the arms of the chair. Just as well as Stan leant against me straight away, rubbing himself to and fro. Mr Smith stood a foot away, looking down at me. "Oh Yes, he does look nice," leaning towards me to get a better look down between my legs. I looked up at Stan. He smiled and whispered very softly "Give him a little cuddle, bring him closer so he can have a better look". I don't think Mr Smith heard that, because he jumped when I slipped an arm around his bottom. I could feel the outline of his underpants and wondered what he'd look like in them. "Don't be frightened Mr Smith " said Stan "Come closer and let Peter give you a cuddle". He stepped up to the arm of the chair, with my arm still around his bottom, and my eyes firmly fixed on the bulge in his trousers. "Doesn't seem fair Peter, you sitting there in just your underwear, while me and Mr Smith are still fully dressed. Would you like us both to undress to our undies, because you like seeing men in their underwear, don't you Peter"? I nodded, blurting out a nervous "Well, Yes I do" "You first then Mr Smith" Stan suggested. Mr Smith handed me my panties to hold, while he walked back to the bench seat. I watched in the mirror while he took off his jacket, and started to ondo his shirt. That was soon on top of the jacket, and the shooes and socks came off next. Then I watched as he undid his trousers, and let then fall to the floor. WOW, more Y-fronts, but this time white ones. He bent down, picked up the trousers, and was soon beside me at the chair. I hadn';t seen a hairy chest before, but soon had my arm around him, cupping a cheek in my hand, as my other ran up and down his chest, through the thick hair. I hadn't noticed Stan slipping his clothes off, but very soon he was standing at the other side of the chair in his navy blue y-fronts. I slipped my other arm around Stans waist and started to carress his bottom cheeks. "Aren't I good to you Peter"? Stan whispered "A free haircut and two men who are happy to undress, and do anything for you. I think that deserves a kiss, don't you"? I nodded and Stan bent forward and kissed me briefly on the lips, 2, 3, 4 times. "Isn't he lucky Mr Smith"? I looked up at Mr Smith, as my hidden hand was slipping up under the leg of his underpants, and carressing his bare bottom cheek. "Peter wants to be kissed, don't you Peter"? Stan asked., I nodded and fondled Mr Smiths bottom, moving my hand across the gap to the other cheek. Mr Smith leant forward and pecked me on the lips a couple of times, then twice more. I took my hand from around Stans waist and cupped it over the front of Mr Smiths pants. I felt him jump with the shock, but then felt his tongue against my lips. As his tongue slipped into my mouth, I gripped his cock through the material, and started to wank him. Oh, he had a nice thick cock, and I wanted to see it. "That's it Mr Smith" I heard Stan whisper "Peter likes you, he likes you a lot. And you like him don't you"? Between kisses Mr Smith grunted. "Time to take your pants off Mr Smith, and let Peter see what in there. You'd like that Peter, wouldn't you"? As the next kiss ended I whispered into Mr Smiths ear "Yes, I'd like that a lot" and sat upright, waiting. Slowly, Mr Smith hooked his fingers in the waistband of his pants and started to tug. They began to move but them got stuck on his stiff, thick erection. I reached out and helped by pulling the front portion outwards. Suddenly his cock sprang out,. It was quite short, but very thick, and surrounded by masses of curly hair. It looked gorgeous. "Go on Peter, take hold of it for Mr Smith" sighed Stan. I obeyed, and wrapped my fingers around it. It felt so good to hold, and automatically I started to wank it, just like I did 4 weeks ago for Stan. "Is that nice Mr Smith"? Stan asked. I looked up and saw him nodding. I looked down and saw clear juices ouzing out of the tip, as I wanked it gently. "I expect Mr Smith would like you to kiss it for him Peter, Wouldn't you Mr Smith"? I looked up and saw him nodding again. "Go on Peter, lean over and give it a kiss. Kiss and lick that big helmet for Mr Smith, he wants you to. Go on" Although I had never done anything like this before, I had heard of it.It was something girls did for boys, and something inside me was telling me that it was my duty as a "Girl" to do it. I leant over, still wanking it, and put my tongue out, licking up some of the claer juices. It didn't taste nasty, so I did it again, and again. "Thats it Peter" I heard Stan say "Now kiss it, put your lips over the end and kiss it, sucking in some of those juices. Do it Peter, do it for your new friend." As I was licking some more juices, I felt a hand cupping itself over the back of my head. I didn't know whose it was, but it was pushing me downwards, onto my friends helmet. I tried to resist, pushing back against it, but it wouldn't let me go. After what seemd ages, I gave in and began to part my lips. Suddenly I had half of his helmet in my mouth. I felt so big. I had to open my mouth wider and wider, just to let him get the helmet in. Then the pressure lifted, and I was able to lift my head slightly, my lips making a noisey slurping sound as they broke free of Mr Smiths juice covered helmet for a second. Then the pressure was back and the helmet slipped easily back into my mouth. This patern was repeated, and soon my lips were making regular slurping sounds, as they slid up and down over the beautiful helmet. It didn't take long to get used to the idea, and I found the pressure on my head was making me take more of his shaft into my mouth. My lips could clearly feel the ridge at the base of his helmet. The whole helmet was in my mouth now, and it felt quite a natural feeling. A little bit more shaft was in my mouth, and soon my nose was being buried in the mass of hair at the base of Mr Smiths cock. Strangely, I didn't feel like I was doing anything dirty, or wrong , or unatural. Sitting naked in the barbers chair, having a man I didn't know, push his cock into my mouth, and then ease it in and out, making loud slurping noises with my lips, all seemed normal. My eyes were open, watching that mass of hair moving to and fro. "Why don't you hold onto Mr Smiths bottom cheeks Peter. You'll be able to feel his thrusts as he makes love to your mouth" Stan whispered in my ear. I slipped my arms around his bottom, cupping one hand over each cheek. Sure enough, I could feel his bottom muscles clenching as he pushed his cock fully into my mouth, and relaxing as he let it slip out. I wasn't aware of it, but there was no pressure on the back of my head now, just me sucking off Mr Smith, while he and Stan watched. I'd lost all track of time. I was bobbing my head like an old pro, but becoming aware of some moaning. Suddenly I saw Stans head out of the corner of my eye. He was right beside me. "Mr Smith really loves you Peter, for doing that for him. He never wants you to stop, ok. Tell Peter how much you love him Mr Smith, go on, it'll make him feel nice and warm. It's not every day you have your cock inside a young boys mouth". "Oh Peter" I heard Mr Smith wheeze " I do love you for doing this for me. And to prove it, I don't want to do it in a tissue, I want to do it in your mouth. Please let me prove my love by cuming in your mouth, spurting my liquid love into your mouth. Oh please Peter, I want to prove it to you, and very soon." I dug my fingers in between his cheeks of his bottom and pulled him towards me, like a sign. I felt his bottom muscles clench even tighter, his thrusts sending the bushy mass of hair right over my nose, his cock even deeper into my mouth. Then 2 or 3 bigger, slower thrusts, keeping his cock in my mouth for longer, followed by several more, each one pushing my head backwards with the force. Then..........................the first of 4 or 5 big, powerful spurts of cum. I felt each one, sending cum to the back of my throat. Then the taste.............just like the smell on that tissue a few minutes ago..............oh it was liquid heaven. I kept on bobbing and swallowing. When I eventually pulled away from Mr Smith, I saw 3 or 4 glistening strands of cum joining his helmet to my lips, which broke as I sat upright. "Oh thank you so much Peter" he said, puting his arms around me and cuddling me to him. I glanced in the mirror and saw Stan standing on the other side of the chair, naked and wanking himself furiously."Oh Stan" I whispered "I'll do that for you" Breaking free from Mr Smith, I turned towards Stan, and soon felt his free hand round the back of my head, pulling me towards his gorgeous cock. How could I refuse. I opened my mouth and slipped it over Stans large helmet, and along towards his mass of hair, then starting to bob my head. "Oh darling Peter" I heard Stan gasp "Do it to me, please, please Peter" I felt a hand groping my boy-cock. It must be Mr Smith, Soon it was wanking me off, as I was getting into a heavenly cock-suckers rythm. A minute or two of heaven, then Oh,Oh,Oh. Lots of huge spurts of cum erupted inside my mouth. Once again I slipped my arms around Stan and cupped one bottom cheek in each hand, and pulled him fully to me, making sure that he couldn't pull away, and I made certain that I had all his love juice in my mouth. "Look Stan" Mr Smith shouted "Peters cuming, OOooohhh it's all over my hand" I began to pull away from Stan, and sat upright. Stans cock was still nice and hard, but as I glanced over at Mr Smiths, it was all soft and small. Looking down into my own lap, I saw Mr Smiths hand covered in beads of cum, my cum. He wiped it off with my panties, and then we all settled down as Stan finished my haircut. I got off the chair and pulled on my panties. Mr Smith was sitting on the bench seat watching me, still completely naked. I wanted to do it again for him, but time was getting on and I had to get home before my mum. There was pantie rinsing to do. End Of Part 2