Date: Sun, 12 Apr 2020 03:05:15 +0000 (UTC) From: - - Subject: Barber Boy 5 We've all been stuck inside for weeks, but it's been okay. Me and my dad and my brother have been watching movies and playing games more than we usually do. But we usually go to the barber every week but we can't, and we're all getting long hair, so the other day my dad's friend came over. He's a barber. I heard the doorbell but I was in the middle of a video game so I didn't come downstairs right away. When I went down, my dad was already getting his hair cut. He was sitting on a chair in the kitchen with one of those barber capes on that his friend brought. My dad introduced me to the barber, and I sat at the table and watched. The barber was younger than my dad. I asked how they knew each other, because most of my dad's friends are guys he grew up with and went to school with. "Your dad comes overto my shop every once in a while for a private appointment," he said. "Why don't you ever take us, Dad?" I asked. My dad said, "Well... we'll see. Maybe we'll start." Then they went back to the haircut, and they didn't talk too much. Usually, we talk about sports and stuff at our usual barber, but they weren't. They were just going real slow with clippers buzzing. That was the only noise, that buzzing, except for my brother stomping around upstairs and his music through the floor. I just watched. Our kitchen chairs have arms like how a barber chair does, and my dad's arms were up on the arms of the chair with his hands coming out from under the cape, and hairs falling onto the cape and the floor. I watched how the barber was standing real close to my dad, kind of pressing against him on one side and then the other as he went around. It kind of looked like the barber's leg was almost pushed against my dad's arm. The barber's shirt was tucked in, and his belt buckle would kind of disappear when he stood pressed up against my dad's side. Every once in a while, my dad's hand would go under for a second or two and then come back up to rest on the chair when the barber was about to get back on that side. Then they were done, and the cape came off quick with this loud crinkle noise, and the barber let the hair slide off onto the floor all together. And my dad was sitting there in just his underwear. That's when I noticed his robe draped over another chair. I figured he had it on before and just took it off to get his haircut. It wasn't weird for me to see him in just a pair of white briefs and no shirt like that. He didn't usually walk around the house like that, but I've seen him getting changed without closing the door sometimes. The barber started brushing my dad's neck and shoulders with a little brush. Then he brushed it over my dad's arms and chest and down over his lap. My dad was just looking at me, and I was just looking at him during that. Then my brother ran down the stairs fast and past everybody and into the fridge. My dad told him to say hi to his friend and reminded him that he said he was coming by today to help us out with haircuts. "Oh yeah. Hey," my brother said while chomping on something. When he closed the fridge door, he was only wearing his underwear too but boxers and with a T-shirt. My dad told him to sit down and get his haircut next before he went back to his room. My brother pulled his shirt off over his head and tossed it onto the table. When he sat down, I noticed how the fly in his underwear stretched open, and I could kind of see in. It made me wonder if his dick was bigger than mine or smaller or what. Maybe they were the same. A friend of mine and his brother share a room and so they see each other naked all the time and one time it came up that they said their dicks look like they could be twins, even though my friend has red hair and his brother doesn't. In my house, we didn't see each other like that or talk about stuff like that. Then I looked over at my dad. He didn't put his robe back on. He was just standing around in his underwear, and you could basically see the shape of his dick and the size of his dick and even like the line on it. I never thought about our dicks like that before. I felt weird for them being just in their underwear like that. I was wearing a T-shirt and khakis. Then I looked over and the barber was cutting my brother's hair the same way he did my dad's. It looked like he was pressing his dick against my brother's arm and hand. The more I watched, the more obvious it was. And he was taking his time. I looked over at my dad, and he was watching too, and he was kind of adjusting himself. You know how you see baseball players do that? Or if you ever go to a wrestling tournament they're always adjusting themselves too with those tight singlets. But my dad was just still doing it, like he kept holding his balls and moving his dick every once in a while. He would give it a tug or two and then let go and then tugged again. And my brother was watching what my dad was doing. He looked over at me and then back at dad, and dad looked at me and then back at what was going on. We were just watching without any talking. My brother's hands were both up on the arms of the chair and covered by the cape but then he moved the cape off so his one hand was uncovered, some of his arm too, and he took his other one down. I guess it was just in his lap. The barber moved around to my brother's arm and leaned into it, pushing his body into it and slowly sliding down. When he got to my brother's hand, he kind of rested on it. I could kind of see the shape of what was in his pants. I looked over at my dad. I could kind of see the shape of what was in his underwear. Every once in a while, he'd adjust. The barber was just snipping tiny pieces off the top with scissors while leaning into my brother's uncovered arm, and hair was falling differen into my brother's bare bicep. Finally, the cape came off, and the barber brushed around my brother's neck and shoulders and arms and chest, and my brother stood up. His loose boxers hid more than my dad's briefs did, but they seemed a little less loose. "I could trim your chest hair," the barber said, casually. My brother agreed with a shrug and stood there with his arms off to the side. The clippers buzzed on and filled the quiet room. The barber stood next to him and slid the clippers across my brother's chest, up by his neck, around his right nipple and then his left. Then he went down the center trail lower and lower. When he got to the waist, he stopped. My brother took his boxers down just a bit lower. Then a buzz. Then a bit lower. I was adjusting my tight underwear, and my dad looked over at me. He said, "you're up next if you want to get ready." My brother said thanks and sat down at the kitchen table without putting his shirt back on, and my dad went and sat next to him still in his underwear too, even though you couldn't tell with the table covering them from just under the chest down. They just sat there watching as I took my shirt off. Everyone was still waiting and watching. I took my khakis off too and everyone looked at me adjusting my briefs. I sat down, and the barber tied the cape over my body. It felt cold and slick. The chair under me felt stiff and glossy. We had never all sat in the kitchen in our underwear before. The barber went around me like them, buzzing the clippers around my ears and giving me a tingling feeling. I had rested my arms without thinking about it, and now he was pushing against my arm, and I could feel his dick more than I could see it. It was hard. I could feel his balls too. I slid my arm out, so the cape wasn't really covering it anymore. That kind of made my body show to the side facing my dad and brother, so they were watching my almost naked body with the cape over it catching cut hair and the barber going around me. When he was approaching my uncovered arm, I turned my hand over, palm up. The barber pressed against me again but now his dick and balls were in my hand. I didn't move a muscle. He pushed against me. He slid into it and back and then pushing in again while snipping the top of my hair. My eyes traveled over and met my dad's. He was watching. They both were. And both of their arms seemed to be moving slightly under the table. I had to adjust my tight underwear with my other hand. I reached in. They looked down. My hand stayed down there on my hard dick while the barber grinded against my open palm. I closed that hand gently and rolled my fingers. They closed around his long dick, and he fucked into it. He let out a moan but nobody said a word. It was just a haircut. He was breathing a little heavy. My dad let out a moan, almost a grunt, like he couldn't stop himself. I was sweating, and I could see the barber sweating too. He didn't look at me, just at his work, like barbers usually do. But I was feeling the soft tip at the end of his hard cock and squeezing as it slid out from between my fingers. The loose fabric covering it let everything move underneath. My brother was making a face and leaning back. His cheeks were turning red. It felt weird to have them staring at me, but I knew I liked it. My dad's round shoulder was flexing and moving. I could hear his leg moving under the table. I could feel my cock glazing over with moisture in my palm, through my briefs. I could smell that shaving cream smell on the barber's clothes. The barber started jutting, thrusting into my hand. I gripped tight. The room was silent except for chairs squeaking against the floor and stifled moans and breaths. When I felt my cock explode in my hand, it made my grip tighten even more. I yanked a bit from my wrist, and he twitched against me, inhaling deeply. I heard my dad let out a moan between his lips. I glanced over. We watched each other. His eyes tightened. My brother watched us with a weird expression and clenched teeth. The haircut barely stopped during it all. The cape flitted off of my bare body to show my tight, white, wet briefs and still stiff, thick hardon straining underneath. My dad and brother got up from behind the table, each also with wet stains. Nobody said anything that wasn't a simple thank you for taking the time to drive over and give us haircuts. Did you like hearing about this? I love to hear from readers, especially when they also make a donation to help this site stay up for us.