Date: Wed, 27 Jan 2021 08:47:34 +0000
From: Tom UK <Tomukis2@protonmail.com>
Subject: Village Toilets 3 -- The Barbers    Adult/Youth

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Village Toilets 3 – The Barbers
By Tom UK

The day had been amazing so far; I had been sucked off by my neighbour and
then sucked a cock myself at the village toilets. I really didn't think
much else could happen in one day, but my trip to the barbers was about to
change all that. I'd booked in about 20 minutes ago not expecting to now be
heading back there with my mouth tasting of cum. I was savouring the salty
stickiness as I walked up the street towards the shop still reeling in the
joy of my climax a few minutes earlier.

When I arrived, I opened the door and said, "Hi, I came back to get my hair
done." The kindly looking man turned and smiled at me, gesturing for me to
sit in the chair.

"Come and sit little-one, I want to hear all about you," he said. "I'm Ryan
by the way."

"Hi, I'm Danny," I said. Ryan turned the old-fashioned looking chair
towards me. It was a deep red colour with padded arms and had one of those
foot levers that can raise or lower the chair. It looked big enough for a
bear to sit in and as I climbed in and sat down, I sank right to the back.

"Ah, perhaps we should use a cushion to make it more comfortable for you?
Hop out a sec Danny." Ryan said.

"Oh, ok, thanks, yeah." Ryan went to a cupboard towards the back of the
small shop. He was wearing chino shorts and a checked shirt with the
sleeves rolled up to the elbows. He opened the cupboard door bent over to
pick up something from the lower shelf.  As he did, I got a really good
view of his arse and what looked like his balls bulging through his shorts
at the top of his legs. My dick twitched a little as I wondered if he had a
big cock and liked it being sucked. He turned around and smiled at me
watching him.

"Here we go Danny, jump up on this." He placed a booster seat on the chair
and I felt a little embarrassed that I needed one. When I sat on it, my
feet rested on the chair seat, my thighs were level with the arms and the
headrest touched the top of my back. "That's better Danny, it'll be easier
for me to cut your hair now. What would you like me to do?"

"Erm, just a trim and tidy up I guess. Shorter at the sides please." Ryan
put a cape around me that covered everything and at last, I could breathe
without worrying he would see my boner that had sprung back to life. I
heard the familiar buzz of the clippers as Ryan stood behind me. He held
them close to my neck and they sent shivers down my spine making me giggle.

"Haha, I know that feeling," Ryan said and he placed his left hand on my
left shoulder to steady me. With his other hand, he began to work the
clippers through my hair.

"There, is that ok now?" he asked.

"Yeah, that's cool, sorry," I said. I looked in the mirror to see what Ryan
could see of me, and confident that the gown covered most of me, I slowly
moved my hand to the front of my shorts and pushed against my hard-on,
making it feel good inside but trying to make it go down too. Ryan moved to
my left side. He tilted my head slightly as he continued to work with the
clippers. He moved in closer and I could feel his body press lightly
against my upper arm like he was leaning into me a little. My breathing
increased as I kept my shoulder firm. I swear I could feel the buckle of
his belt brushing against me, then moving away as if in rhythm to the
movements of the clippers. Sensing he would come around to my right, I
quickly moved my hand from my crotch to my right thigh. Maybe he would do
the same on that side?

"You have lovely hair, Danny," Ryan said as he ran his fingers through
it. "I haven't seen you around before."

"We only just moved here," I said. I looked in the mirror at Ryan and
wondered what his cock was like. He noticed and smiled at me again making
me feel relaxed.

"Well, welcome to our town. It isn't much but it is friendly and I am sure
you will settle in easily."

He moved around to my right side, still with the clippers in his hand. He
tilted my head and once again I felt him lightly press up into me. This
time, I sort of leaned back. Not massively, just enough to make firmer
contact. I could feel his belt for sure and already my little dick was
twitching like crazy. My cheeks started to feel like I was flushing as heat
rose through me. I took a risk and moved my elbow out slightly, further
increasing contact with Ryan's shorts. He didn't move back at all and just
continued clipping my hair. He moved a little to the side and I was sure I
felt his package brush right across my arm. By now, my heart was racing and
I was getting really turned on by the thought that Ryan's cock was touching
me through our clothing.

"I just need the water spray for the top," he said. He turned to grab a
bottle from the side. I watched carefully and could make out a thick bulge
in his pale chino shorts. They were tight and I thought I could even see
the outline of his cock. He returned, only this time he came in front of me
so he could spray the hair from front to back. He reached forward and as he
did, he pushed his crotch against my hand that was resting on my
knee. Through my knuckles I could feel the soft flesh of his bulge and
then, as he moved, I felt one of his balls, harder, pushing on me. As
quickly as he had done that, he stopped and stepped back.

"Everything alright Danny? You look a bit red." He said.

"Yeah, fine, sorry, thanks – just a bit warm is all," I replied,
clumsily. He moved behind the chair again. This time he rested both hands
on my shoulders and rubbed them in a comforting way.

"Can I get you a drink? How's the length around the sides?" he said.

"Yes, water please and it's fine thanks, Ryan." He went over to a sink in
the corner and returned with a glass full to the brim of water. As I took
it and raised it to my lips, water spilt over the top of the glass and into
my lap, pooling in the creases of the gown. "Oh, God, sorry, " I said,
trying to recover.

"No problem, it was my fault for filling the glass up so much, " Ryan said
and smiled at me again. He grabbed a nearby towel from the rack and started
brushing it over my chest to mop up the water. He looked at me as if for
permission, as he moved the towel lower over my abdomen and finally over my
crotch area. I didn't protest and let him mop up the water. He used the
towel to sweep over the front of the gown that was covering my straining,
hard cock in my shorts. He slowed and spread his hand wide as he moved from
one leg, over my crotch and onto the other leg. His touch sent sparks down
my spine as his hand passed over me, I pushed back to make the most of the
feeling. He leant close to me and said,

"There Danny, all done. No use worrying over spilt water. Alright now?"

"Yes, Ryan. That feels better, sorry and thanks."

"Let's get the top sorted now shall we?" He winked and started to use the
scissors to cut my hair. This time when he moved to the side the leaning
was more pronounced and I could feel his package moving over me as he
swayed from side to side. "Stay still Danny, I am just going to go over
your ears." Ryan bent down and whispered in my ear, "that feels really good
Danny, I like it a lot".

"I do too," I said nervously. As he came around to the other side he was
near my knuckles again and this time I didn't hold back as I brushed them
up and down and over the front of his shorts.

"Mmmm, that feels good Danny," he said. I could feel his cock through the
fabric and when I looked up I saw its tight outline at an angle pressing
and desperate to be released. My little dick was hard as an iron nail and I
wanted to wank it so badly. Ryan moved behind me and once again, I felt his
hands on my shoulders. This time, his right hand worked its way under the
gown and I watched in the mirror as it travelled slowly over my chest. It
stopped at my nipple and his fingers gave it a small pinch. I gasped. His
hand moved further down and slowly grabbed at the front of my shorts.

"Take them down if you want me to continue, nobody will see you with this
gown around you." He said.

I was totally thrilled at the thought of taking my shorts off in this chair
and didn't hesitate setting my little cock free. I pulled my shorts to my
ankles and sat back. My hand naturally drifted to my hard dick and I
started to masturbate with Ryan watching me from behind. It felt so weird
having someone watch me, but at the same time it really turned me on, and I
started to enjoy putting on a show for him, exaggerating my movements
beneath the gown. I reached forward and picked up the glass of water from
the shelf in front of me. Without hesitation, I caught Ryan's eye and
deliberately spilt a little more water into my lap.

"Let me help you out with that," Ryan said as he smiled and reached for the
towel again. As he wiped up the water, he pinged my 5 inches from side to
side, catching against his hand. I tensed and he could sense my
pleasure. He moved to my left side so that he back was to the shop door and
windows, masking us both from view.

"Looks like you might need a hand down there," he said.

"Yes," was all I could manage as a reply. I felt a warm hand move under the
gown once more. I lifted my t-shirt as curious fingers explored my chest
and stomach. His touch was gentle and soothing as he rubbed in circles over
my smooth nearly naked young body. I closed my eyes and took in a deep
breath as he reached my dick and began stroking up and down.

"You feel amazing Danny, you are so sexy and your cock is lovely." He
increased the speed he was wanking at and before I knew it I was close to
cumming.

"Oh, Ryan, fuck, I'm gonna..." but before I could finish, I let out a groan
followed by a couple of jet of watery cum. "Oh shit, man, sorry – that
felt so good."

"Don't sweat it, Danny, it sure did feel good."

At that moment, with cum dribbling from my dick and waves of pleasure
running through my body, the bell rang and the door to the barbers
opened. In a milli-second, Ryan's hand was out of the gown, the comb was
back in my hair and the scissors were back to work.

"Be cool," Ryan said. He turned his head over his shoulder to see who had
come in and I looked up in the mirror, slightly flustered. In the doorway
stood a young bloke, maybe 22ish. He had tanned skin and dark spikey, messy
hair. He had a tight-fitting t-shirt that showed off his toned muscles. His
chest was broad and his arms were muscled from workouts. He had the sort of
shorts on you'd wear to the pool, dark hairy legs and flip flops. He was as
sexy as fuck.

"Hi Owen, how are you?" Ryan said. Owen must be a regular I thought.

"Hey, Ryan. All good mate. I was looking to get a trim – is now any
good?" Owen said. I thought please, no, just get rid of him. My shorts were
still down by my ankles and cum was dripping inside the gown.

Ryan turned slightly to face Owen more, "Can you come back in 10? I am just
finishing off Danny here and then I'm free". I realised, too late, that as
he had turned a small amount of gown had gotten caught and lifted just
enough from around my feet to reveal my shorts bunched up on the seat of
the chair. I froze, desperate for Owen not to see.

"Danny is new to the village aren't you Danny?" Ryan said. Owen looked
directly at me through the mirror. He clearly saw my shorts on the chair
but winked and smiled the widest smile I had seen for a while. It put me
more at ease, maybe he hadn't put two and two together or maybe he hadn't
even seen my shorts.

"Hey, Bud, nice to meet you. I'm Owen. I work at the open-air pool –
have you heard about it?

"No, sorry," I said.

"Well, it's not the biggest pool, but we have loads of floats and
inflatables. You should come and check it out mate – it's down at the
recreation ground past the hotel." He turned to Ryan, "Sure thing Ryan,
I'll be back in ten – take your time finishing up. No hurry."

Owen winked at me again, "Hope to see you soon bud," he turned around and
left.

"I'm so sorry about that, let's get you cleaned up Danny," Ryan said. He
passed me a fresh towel and I wiped myself clean under the gown and pulled
up my shorts.

"Thanks, Ryan, that was amazing," I said.

"You are welcome here any time you like Danny, just like Owen has been
welcomed over the years. Now, would you like some gel in your hair?"

"Sure, why not?" I replied. Ryan fixed up my hair, it looked good, a bit
like Owen's, only blonde and shorter. I gave Ryan the £5 and got up from
the chair. "Thanks again, Ryan. I hope to see you again soon" I said.

"And I hope to see you again soon too little one. Drop by any time you need
a hand or a haircut".

I left the barbers once again feeling elated. The move to this place was
turning out to be the best thing ever. And Owen had given me an idea; I
needed to check out the open-air pool.


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