Date: Fri, 2 Apr 2004 22:12:02 -0800 (PST)
From: randy nmorb <bigmug_12@yahoo.com>
Subject: Supper At The Barbershop

The usual disclaimers apply. Simply,if male to
male subject matters offend you.....go no further.

I enjoy sharing the true tales of sexual experiences
I've had over the years....almost as much as I
 enjoy reading of others.  This particular true
encounter happened some few years back at one
of our local malls.

I hadn't been back in this malls for a couple
of years, I had moved to another town some 20+
miles away.  There were many stores (of course)
and at one end of the mall was a skating rink,
as well as five floors of combined business
offices & some shops & game rooms.  Over the
years I had been going there I had experienced
many hot encounters in some of the mens' rooms.
Those up to the second floor were the most
frequented, but those of us in the know would
use the one on the 5th floor right across from
the elevators.  I mention this because it was
due to several such happy experiences there that
had triggered my memory as I strolled through
the mall this day. I wanted to see what new
stores there were, if any of the 'hot spots'
were still in use.  As I passed a mall barber
shop, I glanced in the window, took a couple
of steps, then backed up for another glance. I
thought the barber at the last chair looked
somehow familiar. I passed by, then came back
on the other side of the concourse where I
could take a longer, unobserved look. He looked
so darn familiar...... I have a tough time with
names, but faces I'm really good at. And it did
suddenly come to me...... he was a fellow I had
met up on the 5th floor, in the mens room.

Back then, in my time when I was too shy to
meet anyone face to face, I was content to use
the glory holes or under the wall situations.
There was no glory hole on the 5th floor, but
it happened at the urinals opposite the stall
doors, or kneeling under the stall wall. Our
first time was under the wall....the usual tap
of the foot, the beckoning finger, the cock
sliding under. I got to know him by a birth
mark he had on his inner theigh just below his
nut sack.....that,  plus the fact that his cock
would point straight out and slightly curved down.
He was also very excitable, and when he was
getting ready to shoot his load he would start
an exciting face-fuck motion....shivering & moaning.
We soon got to a point where he was sucking
my cock for me before I'd take him 'all the
way'.  One day in particular, he was really hot,
begged me to let him come over to my stall. I
was equally as hot, so throwing caution to the
 wind I told him to come over. The walls
were very low, he could stand in the corner
unseen even if someone came in to use the
urinal (happened once).

He surprised me when he said, " let me sit and do
you first, then I want to really fuck that hot
mouth ".

No arguement from me, we switched places and
he gave me a nice blowjob..... not to a cumm,
but he would get there in later contacts. Once
we switched back he was so hot and wet, and
when I sucked him deep into my mouth he soon
had his hips moving in a frantic motion as he
face-fucked me like crazy. I remembered his
moans, his shakes, his swinging nut sack. We
shared many a hot session there. Told me he
was married, but his wife would only provide
the 'normal' fuck position, certainly never a blow
job, and he simply loved to have his cock gone
over by a hot sucking mouth.....which he thought
I was the best at.  We would meet each afternoon
for almost a full year it seemed.  But then I
had to move away.  Had no idea where he
worked, only knew his first name ( if that was
true ), so we hadn't seen one another since.
Now I was looking through the barbershop window
at this face from years back.

Like all of us, he seemed older in the face,
not the thick head of black hair anymore, still
looked good in the body (what I could see), and
he now sported a neat little fuzz under his
nose.  The barbershop had five chairs, each one
was separated by a hip-high partician, each one
had its own sink.  He had a customer in his
chair, and there was only one other barber in
there with a customer. I wrestled with my own
thoughts as to going in there....then decided,
"what the hell, why not ?"

I wasn't sure if he would recognize or remember
me.....I hadn't changed all that much (I didn't
think); still 6'2", still a little over 200 lbs,
not as much wavy hair... but still had it, and
I now wore glasses (so did he).  I decided to
wait until he was through with his customer,
then I would go in.

Once his customer had paid his bill and left
the shop, I went in and he motioned me to his
chair with a smile. I was certain he would be
able to see that I didn't really need a haircut,
but I told him to give me a light trim and
sat down. He, and the other barber wore white
barbers jackets....just above the kness, tied
close in the front. I noticed that as I sat
down he had a quizical look on his face, as
if trying to place me. There was music playing
in the shop, and the other barber and his own
customer were involved in animated conversation.

Paul (was his name) asked, "don't I know you, you do
look familiar".

I decided we couldn't be overheard, so I replied,
" Indeed, we use to share time up on the 5th
floor several years back".

He nearly cut my ear off with his knee jerk
reaction, then he came around to take a better
look at my face. Of course my glasses were now
off, and I could suddenly see the 'lights' go on
in his eyes as he now recognized me. "my God,
it is you, I didn't know you at first",he said,
as he looked over to see if we could be over
heard by the others three chairs over.

"Where have you been, I often looked for you there
at the meeting place", he murmured.

I told him how I had to move out of town, how
I had no way to contact him, how I had often
thought back to those exciting times. He got a
shy nervous smile on his face, then said, " man,
you were the best, you could sure get me
dancing".

I said, "thanks for the compliment, and by the
way.... I still am the best".

This brought a slight glaze to his eye, and I
could suddenly feel him press his body against
my arm as he stood by my chair....watching the
other couple, out the front of the shop. Did I
mention that his chair was the last in the row,
all the way at the rear of the shop?  With
the divider wall hip-high, bottles and such on it,
I'm sure no one could detect this action. I of
course returned the pressure to his body with my
hidden elbow.

He told me that he had started at this shop in
training, and that about a year ago, the previous
owner sold out to retire....it was his shop now.
As the pressure on my arm increased, I could
feel a definate hard-on, warm and firm against
my arm. His memories must have been as vivid as
mine, and I too was getting a hard-on.

"Do you still get up on the 5th floor, any hot
action lately?", I asked.

"Not often", he replied, " and certainly nothing
like we enjoyed..... I'm getting hot as hell just
remembering".

I started to rotate my elbow in his crotch as
I murmured, " hmmmm, so I can feel. Let's see
what I've been missing" I said, as I slipped
my hand out from under the barbers cover he had
across the front of me.  He nervously looked
around, but he didn't back off, didn't try to
stop my hand that was slipping between the
folds of his smock. My fingers could feel the
outline of his lengthing cock, and when I slid
his zipper down so my hand could get inside his
pants his knees were starting to shake.

"Oh shit", he moaned when I held his throbbing
prick in my hand at last, " this is killing me,
I'm so wet and hot". He looked over at the other
barber chair, saw that guy was just finishing
up, and he whispered to me, "wait, wait, I'll
get rid of them in just a few minutes".

I smiled and said, " okay", as I removed my hand,
lickedsome of his precumm off my fingers, and slid
my hand back under my cover to hold my own
hard wet cock.

He told the other barber to go ahead and go
to supper, to go take care of that running
around he had to do, to be back in about an
hour & ahalf so he could then go to supper. He
told him to turn the sign in the window to
read " Out To Supper" so he could finish up on
me with a shave, then he could relax a bit.
The other guy said " okay", put on his jacket
and headed out the door. Paul followed him up,
 made sure the sign was turned, then locked
the door.

Then he was back at my chair. He tilted it
back until I was almost laying flat, like I
was getting a shave.  With the partition there,
I'm sure all that could be seen from the front
window was my feet and of him from the shoulders
up. He was breathing heavy now as he first
uncovered my lap, unzipped my pants, took out my
rock hard cock.  I in turn had his smock wide
open, his pants unzipped, underpants slid off his
hips, the front of his pants wide open (only his belt
held his pants up.....and his throbbing man-meat
was there before me. My hand worked his nut
sack gently, my other hand pulled his wet cock
head into my mouth. His own hand was stroking
me slowly, rubbing my precumm all over my cock
shaft.

Then his hips started that motion I remembered
so well, as he eased his cock deep into my
hot mouth, then slowly eased it back to the
edge of his cock head, then back into my love
mouth once more. My tounge was all over his
shaft,swirled around his sensitive cock head, under
the sweet spot of the mushroom head.

I could his his murmurs start, the shaking of
his knees as he hunched lower, deeper. " Yeah,
yeah ....this is what I need.....ohhh...this is
what I need......ohhhh yessss....suck me, suck me,
I..I..I..I...need this so ".

He was a live wire on a string as his hip
motions increased, as his hand stroked my cock
intoi a froth of my own juices. His nut sack
was bounching of my chin as he increased even
more the deep plunging of his cock in my sucking
mouth. And then he was there...... "ohhhh, here
it comes baby, here it comes.... now-w-w.... ohh
take it....take it all"

Suddenly there was a huge explosion of his cumm
shooting into my mouth....gobs....gobs... hot strings
of cumm filling my mouth, running over my chin
with the overflow.  He really must have held
this load for the longest of times. Then all
of a sudden he let out a loud moan, his hot quick
head went forward, his mouth captured my cocks
head just as I let loose my own hot love juices.
He took every last drop he could suck out of
me.

We were both a quivering mess as we released
each others cocks, cleaned up, redressed, then
got up.  Life went on out in the mall, none
the wiser.  What a great reunion, what great
times were ahead. You just know that we had
to do this scene again, and again, and again..

Turns out the other barber enjoyed the sideline
later. No where near as big, or excitable as
Paul & I , but certainly eager to learn it
turned out........ but then that's another tale
for another time.

Hope you enjoyed this true tale....my suppertime
encounter.  Can you relate ?