Date: Fri, 15 May 2009 17:19:41 +0000
From: banana-dino@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: The Barber's Cousin

It's my regular barber; near one of the London mainline stations, and owned
by an old Turkish guy called Mehmet. I've been going there for a couple of
years because it's cheap and close to work. It isn't fancy - worn, red
vinyl chairs, Virgin Radio whining in the background, and a pile of
dog-eared men's magazines on a table in the waiting area. At first I
thought Ed, Mehmet's nephew, was on his own last week when I went in; he
was standing at the door smoking. Then when I was sitting down a teenager
appeared from the office at the rear of the shop, a Turkish kid aged
sixteen or eighteen, short and skinny, quite cute. He and Ed chatted in
Turkish while Ed ran the clippers up and down the back of my neck, and then
the kid left the shop; in the mirror I saw him cross the road and go into
the cafe opposite.

"My cousin," Ed said unexpectedly, snipping at the hair around my ears. "He
is coming over to stay, get some work."

"Oh, right," I replied. "So Mehmet's given him a job?"

Ed waggled his head from side to side. "He's working here a couple of days,
just cleaning up. But he's looking for a proper job. You have a job for
him?"

I shrugged. "What does he do?"

Ed tried unsuccesfully to suppress a smile. "He does plenty. Maybe he does
something you will like?"

Ed has often teased me about being gay. He's a good-looking guy, 21 or 22;
tall and muscular, with a taste for tight T-shirts. We flirt when I go for
a haircut if he is alone, and sometimes he has asked me about men passing
the shop window. "That guy, there with the blond girl; you like him?" he
asks curiously, head tilted. I reply that the guy is OK; why? "Maybe you
can have him for fucking and I can have the girlfriend, yeah?" Ed responds
jocularly. And then we start chatting about holidays or football.

I smiled at Ed and shook my head. "He's too young for me, mate; I haven't
got the energy for these young ones any more. Nowadays I can only manage it
three, maybe four times a night, and then I've gotta go to sleep."

Ed laughed. "Three, four times! No, man; he's seventeen, it's all OK. He
will let you get some sleep before he starts again." He laughed again
shortly and carried on cutting my hair for a few moments before saying
softly, "Maybe he can suck your cock". It seemed to be a statement rather
than a question. Ed's brown eyes met mine in the mirror. He looked serious.

"Suck my cock?" I echoed quietly.

Ed patted my shoulder. "He's good, man. He's very good. He sucks me off,
it's like the best porno you ever seen. Everything."

"That kid sucks you off?" I asked?

Ed nodded and made an expansive gesture. "He's my little cousin," he
stated, as if that explained everything. "Twenty pounds and he will suck
your cock."

The cafe door opened and the boy came out, carrying two paper coffee-cups,
and began to cross the road. Ed stopped cutting and looked at me
enquiringly. "You want a blow-job?"

I nodded slowly. Ed smiled. "OK."

The boy opened the shop door, letting in a blast of cool street air. Ed
spoke to him in Turkish and I saw the boy look at me with interest. He put
the coffee on the counter and stood casually, hands by his sides. He was
slim, with short black hair and traces of acne on his chin. He wore baggy
jeans and a heavy cotton short-sleeved shirt which hung untucked. He
grinned at Ed and then looked at me consideringly in the mirror, smiling
suddenly. He said something to Ed and then stepped forward and asked me
haltingly "Is OK?"

I smiled at him and said "Yeah, is OK", and Ed slapped me cheerfully on the
shoulder.

"Come on," he said, "you go in back and I will lock the door." He gestured
towards the office at the back of the shop and the boy led the way there.
It was small, lined with IKEA shelves stacked with clean towels and cartons
of shampoo and conditioner. The boy smiled at me and stood expectantly; I
was beginning to get hard, and I saw his eyes flick down to my crotch.
There was a faint rattle of keys from the shop and a moment later Ed
entered the office and shut the door behind him. He folded his arms and
stood watching us.

Hesitantly the boy took a step towards me and then knelt on the cheap
carpet tiles in front of me. He stretched out a hand and gently gripped the
bulge that was already visible in the front of my jeans, and looked up at
me. He rubbed, softly at first, then firmly wanking me through the denim as
he felt my cock growing stiffer. I noted that he was also sporting a
hard-on. As he tugged my jeans down my thighs one hand snaked between my
legs to grip my balls firmly; a moment later he had my cock out of my
underwear and was wanking it slowly, drawing his fingers right to its tip
before pulling the loose skin back and revealing my shiny pink cock
helmet. I felt the cold air as he blew gently on my cock, and a moment
later he enveloped the tip of my prick with his warm, wet, velvety-smooth
mouth. But only the tip; his tongue swirled teasingly over my helmet while
his fingers yanked insistently on my ball-sac. I reached out a hand to his
head and caressed the black hair, like coarse silk. He took no notice of
the pressure I was exerting, but instead began licking at my balls, his
fingers slipping back and forth over my wet helmet. The feeling was
incredible. Ed moved round to get a closer view, and I saw his hand working
rhythmically at the bulge jutting out at his own crotch.

"He's good, yeah?" Ed noted admiringly, sounding slightly breathless.

"Fucking brilliant." I agreed. The boy lowered his head and I felt his
tongue slip under my bollocks to the edge of my arse-crack. "Ab-so-lutley
fucking brilliant."

The kid sat back on his haunches and grinned up at me, pink-cheeked; his
mouth and chin shiny with a combination of spit, ball-sweat and pre-cum. He
leant forward and slowly swallowed the length of my cock, enveloping my
dick in his warm, firm mouth and wanking up and down the shaft slowly with
his wet lips. I heard a soft crash of coins and keys as Ed's jeans fell to
the floor and looked across to see him stroking at his cock and rubbing a
thumb over its glistening, fat red-brown head. I beckoned to him to stand
beside me, and leant across to seize his prick. Its shaft was warm, broad
and dry; it curved upwards, towards a bulbous helmet slick with pre-cum; I
dragged my fingers across the slippery surface and heard Ed hiss with
pleasure at the sensation. I wanked Ed slowly while the boy sucked my cock,
occasionally breaking the rhythm to suckle greedily at my balls and slather
his tongue over my exposed cock-head. Ed's hand crept under his own T-shirt
to tease at one of his nipples while I jerked him off, and I grabbed the
other one, gently stroking and pinching it through the cotton while it
hardened and his breathing grew shallow and uneven.

"I'm gonna cum," Ed gasped shortly while the kid was licking my bollocks in
long, even strokes. I felt his knees give slightly, and his cousin turned
to face him, eyes closed and mouth open, as Ed shot ropes of spunk over his
face, hitting him in the hair and eyebrows. The kid stuck out his tongue to
lick the gobs of cream-yellow spunk which were dripping down towards his
lips, but kept his eyes closed.

As Ed sagged against me, breathing heavily, I grabbed the boy's hair and
pulled his face back to my crotch. He sucked greedily at my cock, working
one finger up behind my nuts towards my sweaty arse-crack and using his
other hand to tug and squeeze my balls. I felt myself lose control and
pulled his head forwards as I came in his mouth; he gulped as he
frantically swallowed my spunk, snorting air through his nose.

It was the boy's turn next. I wanked him off slowly, trousers down, while
Ed lovingly cleaned the spunk off his face, making the kid suck every drop
of jizz off Ed's fingers. He had a slim, hot prick which felt dry and
velvety in my palm. My cock was pressed against the boy's round arse while
I jerked him off, and by the time he had shot his load into my fingers I
was half-hard again. I fed him his own spunk: spooning it with my fingers
into his mouth while his breathing returned to normal, I retained a little
which I licked off my hand, enjoying its salty, bitter savour.

The kid cleared his throat. "Is OK?"

I smiled at Ed. "Oh yeah; is very OK."

"See? I told you he was good," Ed said with pride. He hoisted up his
jeans. "Now; I finish your haircut, yes?"

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