Date: Sat, 4 Dec 2021 12:29:45 -0500 From: Bob Subject: Ben's Bald Barber Shop Ben's Bald Barber Shop By Bald Hairy Man This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex. If this offends or bothers you, DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a discussion of safe sex. If you have comments send them to winarch47@yahoo.com Uncle Ben was my favorite Uncle when I was growing up. He was Mom's older brother. Mom didn't like him much, but he was always at Thanksgiving and Christmas dinner. At Christmas he gave me wonderful gifts, the kind my parents thought was silly or too expensive and that I loved as a kid. I am William Brown, my parents called me Will, but the kids at school called me Buster Brown. My parents were good, loving, but not fun. When I got older, I realized things were not going well for them. Mom got sick, with one of those diseases you never mentioned back then. I heard Dad telling someone he was being eaten alive by medical bills. A month after High School graduation mom died of cancer. Dad died of a heart attack three weeks later. The house was already being foreclosed on to pay the medical bills. Since I was already eighteen, the laws that helped orphans didn't help me. Uncle Ben made a deal to pay the bills. We sold the house so I would have some money and I lived with Uncle Bill. He said I could stay there until I got on my feet. Ben had a lot of friends. I noticed they were all men. I asked him about that, and he looked embarrassed. He told me he liked the company of men since he owned Ben's Bald Barber Shop. I told him I liked guys too. I had a lot of fun with guys, but he was the only old guy I knew who was fun. I told him I had met some fun guys on the baseball and wrestling teams at school. He said he was on a few teams, but he rarely got to play. If they had a shower room team, he would have excelled. "I did the cleanup after the shower!" he joked. I laughed and told him I liked the shower too. There was a brief pause in the conversation, and I added, "I really liked the showers. I didn't know guys could be naked together. I found some special friends." I paused again. "We did stuff together." "Well, I did stuff with my pals too. I still do stuff with them," Uncle Ben said. "Some people think the stuff we did is dirty," I said. "I couldn't figure out why something that felt so good was bad." Out of nowhere I said, "I saw the coach naked a few times." "Did that excite you?" Ben asked. I nodded, "It sounds stupid, but I had never seen a naked adult before. His cock looked big, and he was hairy. I was getting hairy, and the other guys on the team were smooth. The called me the Ape Man."' "Most of the men in our family are hairy. It's natural, Ben said. We talked for a long while and I realized we liked doing the same things. I also realized he knew a lot more about it than I did. It was getting late, and we went to bed. I was in the guest room. When I heard the shower turn on in the master bedroom, I got up and joined Uncle Ben. He was surprised, but not that surprised. I was surprised when he dropped to his knees and sucked me. I was more surprised that when I cried that I was going to shoot, he kept on sucking. He took my entire load. I stood after finished. "Your sperm tastes like mine. My pals call it Ben's High Test." I went back to my room. I fell asleep immediately. When I woke, I realized I had been dreaming about his cock all night. They were sweet dreams. I had been an okay student, but my grades slipped in my Junior and Senior year. I realized I was worried about mom's sickness more than I thought. College was not an option for me. I got a job as a clerk at a drug store owned by one of Ben's pals, Mr. Crowder. I made some mistakes there, but I overheard Mr. Crowder telling Ben I was doing well. "Buster only makes a mistake once," he explained. Now that I am older. I know that is a compliment. Ben's Bald Barber Shop was a block away from Crowder's Drug Store. The Barber shop building was larger than he needed. It had been a small gym. I knew that a gym needed to be full sized. It was built by a church that was doing it as a community service. The area became completely commercial, and no one needed a pint-sized gym with a mini pool. The barbershop occupied the entire frontage. There weren't many windows, but Ben advertised as the Best Bald Barbershop in town. He is a good barber and with that name he never needed to advertize again. As a gym the building was a bust. Ben knew the rear would be a perfect spa-exercise facility. Ben's closest friend was Captain Jake. He was a senior policeman who specialized in difficult community relations. He had a knack for calming difficult situations. He was perceptive, calm, reasonable and able to make things happen. Of course, half of the police force hated his guts, but even the most hardline men knew they needed him. Some of them would have lost their jobs except for him. He was an old hand and knew the difference between a minor injury and a serious one. Having a cop administering first aid can calm an angry crowd. One night I walked into Captain Jake and Ben in the shower. I didn't know Jake was with him. Jake was embarrassed and apologized. "Buster is a member of the fraternity. He can join us, if it okay with him," Ben said. It was as if Christmas came early. Jake asked if I took the juice. Before Ben could answer I said, "I haven't taken it yet, but I have a feeling today will be the first for me." "Jake has big balls. He shoots a gully washer," Ben said. I was already kneeling on the floor sucking Jake's cock. It was a complete success. I took his load. Ben lost it moments later and I took his load too. "Damn, like uncle, like nephew," Jake said. I would have laughed at that quip if Ben hadn't been still shooting. We were all lounging on Ben's king-sized bed when Jake asked if I fucked. I said no, but it seemed to me that if it was classified as sex, I was willing. Jake said he had a friend he would like me to meet. A few days later Ben told me about the mini gym behind his barber shop. It functioned as a stress reducer for male cops, fire men, and emergency other high stress workers. The men were all "not the marring sort." The men could drop by the barber, get a trim or a shave and go to the back and relax a little. "It turns out that if you need some quick stress reduction, draining your balls is effective. Specially if you are getting a cock or anal massage," Ben explained. "It also is a good alternative to a bar or a quicky in a park." "Does it work?" I asked. Ben nodded. "It seems to work. Fewer men are burning out. Some of that is sex, but it helps to make the men feel less isolated. They aren't alone," he explained. Mr. Crowder provides testing for the men. "Nurses are welcome too." "Do you think I would like it?" I asked. Ben laughed, "I know you would like it, but there is a problem," he said. "The men might like you too much." "You think I would have a problem with chapped lips?" I asked. Ben laughed again. "Chapped lips might be a problem, but asshole calluses would be a bigger problem." A few days later Ben and Jake took me to Ben's Bald Barber Shop. We went into Ben's office, through a door into the spa-exercise area. A young policeman named Greg was there, with two other men. They were all naked. We stripped and joined them. "New meat?" one of the older cops asked. "This is my nephew, Buster. He's here for a training session," Ben said. "Well Bill and I could provide hard cocks to inspire you," the guy said. I'm Dennis, but the way. My pal is Joe. A few minutes later all six of us were sucking or being sucked. Greg was a good-looking man. Joe looked like something the cat dragged in, but he was an undercover cop. That was a good look for the job. Dennis was a slightly overweight tall guy. Eventually I pushed my cock into Dennis and Greg pushed his long, thin, cock into me. Dennis wasn't a dreamboat, but his ass was welcoming. He was moaning and shivering as I pushed deeper. Once Greg's cock was passed my sphincter all was well with me. I had no idea what he was doing, but it was good. Once it was all in, it was exceptionally good. I didn't really know what was going on, but I knew I liked it a lot. It seemed that Dennis was more excited by my cock than Greg was in my ass. I felt Greg's cock spasming as he ejaculated into me. His spurts triggered my cock to shoot into Dennis. I didn't know what was going on with the flood of sensations, but I knew I liked it. When Greg pulled out, Joe slipped his thick cock into me. I was fat and filling. I felt great. Ben wanted to get home. It had been good, but he didn't want to overload me. I was tired and went to bed. I wanted to figure out what I had felt, but I fell asleep instead. When I woke the next morning, I heard Jake's shower running so I went to join him. Jake and Ben were in the shower. I apologized, but Jake asked if I wanted to join them. I intended to say no, but my mouth said yes. As I sucked Ben, Jake was fucking me. "Is there room up your ass to take another load," Jake asked. I told him I thought there was. When he shot off, I was taking Ben's load in my mouth. It was beautiful. I got in the habit of visiting the rooms behind the Ben's Bald Barber Shop. At first, I thought Jake's stress reduction reasons to visit were a joke. As I got to know the visitors to the back room that made some sense. The men were in high stress jobs and had high stress sexual preferences. It was good to go to a place were everyone shared your sexual tastes. You could be yourself. Some people don't realize that sex is an important part of life. It isn't a mistake God made in creating life on earth. It is not just a quirk. It isn't intensely pleasurable by accident. Many men at the back room were tightly wound. They were in necessary stressful jobs. There was always danger potential in their daily work. The most tightly wound man I met was Deputy Bubba Billings. He was big, muscular, strong, and aggressive. That was good when he confronted drunks. You had to be really drunk to ignore him. He was also the man you called on to disarm a hostage taker. We were alone in the spa and were talking. He heard I was Buster Brown. He was Bubba Billings. I asked if he had a problem on the first day of school during roll call. I said eventually got them to realize my name was William, not Buster. Bubba told me his folks named him Bubba, after his dad's name. His dad never asked what name was on his birth certificate. Eventually the principal wrote a letter assuring the teachers that he was indeed named Bubba. We laughed about that. As we talked, I got an erection. He noticed and said. "I would like to help you but I'm a big boy and I'm all top. I don't fit every ass." he said. "When I shoot off, I make a hell of a mess." "I have bottomed," I said. "I heard that Jake and Ben have done you," he said. "They are old guys. Did you like that?" "I think their sperm is young-at-heart," I said. Bubba laughed. We talked a little longer and decided I would take a trial poke of his cock up my ass. I had a feeling a trial poke would be as deep as he could force his cock. I was horny enough to take a chance. He got his monster cock deep in me. It was tight, but I had a strong sense I would get used to it. I had guessed he wasn't the kissy-kissy type, and I was one hundred percent right about that. Bubba expressed affection with sperm. He fucked me for ten minutes. I relaxed some and then he began ejaculating. He body went ridged and his cock spasmed with each ejaculation. Of course, we were naked, but I had a sense that he was ultra-naked. I knew exactly what he was doing and feeling. When the sperm stopped shooting, he returned to being Bubba Billings, hard ass cop. When he pulled out, he was silent for a while. "I didn't expect that," he said. He looked sheepish. "I'm usually more in control." "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone," I said. His cock had gone soft in my ass. When he pulled out, it was still felt good. Back home that night Ben told me that one if his barbers, Cecil, was interested in meeting me. I asked if he wanted to meet in the barber shop or in the back rec room. "Most definitely in the back room. He's my age and was active before his mother got sick and died. He had trouble getting over that," Ben said. "He's a good man, but he likes young men. There is no way he can find a guy in a bar." Cecil was an in shape, Blackman. He was bald, but his white chest hair poked out of his shirt. He had worked for Ben for 20 years. He had a limp due to a car accident. I told Ben I would be glad to meet him in the back room, but I was making no promises. "You are okay meeting him naked?" Ben asked. I smiled. "Sure, sometimes a cock can tell you more than conversation can," I said. Ben laughed and said he had noticed that several times. "Cecil believes in the saying, "Once you go Black you never go back." "I am pretty sure that when a cock is in your mouth or up your ass, you can't tell what color it is," I said. Barbers wear aprons and it's hard to see the man. I had no idea what Cecil looked like naked. Went I went to the spa-exercise area he was nude and looking good. I stripped and went to him. "It's kind of odd to be with the Boss's nephew, are you okay with this?" he asked. "Has anyone mentioned that I tend to be sex crazed?" I asked. Cecil laughed. "No one other than Jake, your uncle, Dennis, Greg or anyone who has met you," he said. "You are highly recommended." "Ben said you are a good guy," I said. "I lost my mojo when my mom died," he said. "I want to see if every thing is still working." His cock was getting firm. I dropped to my knees and began sucking. "Sometimes I can't control when I shoot. Do you have a problem with Black sperm?" "I can taste your percum. It's fine. My ass can't taste so I don't care what it tastes like," I said. "You would like it in the ass?" he asked. I kept on sucking. Cecil correctly assumed that was a yes. Cecil's cock was big, but not too big. At the ripe old age of twenty-one. I have concluded all cocks work the same. There was no difference between the compact version, and the four-wheel monster truck in function. A small MG or Maserati can do more for you than an old VW van. Cecil was an aging but beautifully maintained Jaguar. It was in all but mint condition and working as if it were new. His balls were in good condition too. I got to taste it, and some was well placed in my ass for Uncle Ben to use as lubricant if he were in the mood when I went home. Cecil hadn't been in the back in a while. We attracted a crowd of men who liked to see a master at work. While Cecil was the main attraction, I got noticed as an up-and-coming co-star. All the men were experienced and into man sex big time. They made bets on my ability to take it all. I took it all. They discussed if my hole would gape open when he pulled out. It did. Greg surprised me when he stuck his tongue into my ass, licked it and tasted some of Cecil's sperm as it drooled out. While we were surrounded by a small crowd, when Cecil was in me it was just us. After an hour it was over. Cecil and I were drained. I dressed and went home. Greg and Ben were waiting for me. "Greg told me you put on a quite a show tonight," Ben said. "I got a little carried away," I said. Ben laughed. "From his description you were carried away just the right amount," he said. "It was a real turn on." "I was wondering if there was room for another load in your ass?" Greg asked. "I'm tired but if I can just lie there and let you do all the work, it would be fine," I said. "I've never used Cecil's cum as a lubricant," Ben said. "I'm pretty sure there is room for two loads," I said. I was tired and used, but when Greg slipped into my ass it was beautiful. I did nothing other than enjoy and feel. When I felt Ben squirting his load into me sometime later it was lovely. I was asleep before he stopped ejaculating.