Date: Sun, 22 Apr 2018 16:02:39 +0000 (UTC)
From: Hot for Dads <hotfordads@yahoo.com>
Subject: Barber Shop Teddy, Part 1 (gay/incest)

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BARBER SHOP TEDDY

PART 1

Spending my first college spring break in my own hometown wasn't exactly my
idea of a great time. Still, my mom made it pretty clear that she was
looking forward to it and expected me to be there for her. Yeah, my parents
got a divorce right after I went away to college. Not really a big
surprise. It was one of the age-old situations where the parents stayed
together for the kid--me. They fought all through my high school
years. More than once, I felt like just telling them to get divorced and
get it over with.

The moment I arrived home from school, Mom started in on me. It was like
she lived to pick and criticize. I never really noticed it before, since
she had Dad as her primary target. Once I got a taste of what he'd put up
with all those years, I realized I had a lot more in common with him than
I'd thought. I also felt sorry that he'd put up with so much crap for the
sake of living in the same house with me. Anyway, Mom wouldn't shut up
about my hair, so I finally just stormed out of the house and headed to the
local barber shop, which happened to be owned by the father of one of my
old high school fuckbuddies.

"Hey, Mr. Warner," I said as I stepped into the barber shop.

Mr. Warner looked up from trimming his customer's hair and smiled when he
saw it was me. "Hey, Teddy, long time no see."

"Guess so," I admitted. "Can you take care of me, or is it too late?"

Mr. Warner glanced at the clock, which showed it was five minutes to
closing time, shrugged, and said, "Never too late for you, Teddy."

"Thanks," I replied, sitting down and grabbing a magazine to flip through.

"There you go, Vic," Mr. Warner said a few minutes later as he swept off
the bib and turned his customer to face the mirror.

"Looks good as usual," the customer said as he brushed his hand through the
newly cut hair.

"Same price as usual, too," Mr. Warner laughed, stepping over to the cash
register.

"Worth every penny," the customer replied, hauling out his wallet and
handing Mr. Warner some money. "Keep the change."

"See you next month," Mr. Warner called as the customer disappeared out the
door.

"You sure you really want to cut mine?" I asked after a quick glance at the
clock to confirm that it was officially after closing time.

"Absolutely," Mr. Warner replied. "Just hop in the chair while I lock up,
so no one else can take advantage of my generosity," he laughed.

"Thanks," I said, taking my seat in the barber chair. "I wouldn't bother
you, but Mom's been giving me a hard time all day. I come home from college
for a relaxing spring break, and all she can do is go on about my hair."

"Doesn't look bad to me," Mr. Warner said as he turned over the "Closed"
sign in the window.

"How's Larry?" I asked casually. Larry was his son, my old fuckbuddy.

"Good. He and Mary are expecting their first baby any day now."

"Wow, that was fast," I replied, genuinely surprised.

"Well, they got a head start on it," Mr. Warner laughed. "She was already
four months gone when they got married."

"Oh," I replied with a laugh.

The sex stuff between Larry and me started innocently enough, just checking
out each other's bodies when puberty hit. Graduating to jackoff sessions
together when we both became able to cum. Finally, I got up the nerve to
suggest doing more, and he was both surprised and reticent. When he found
out how good it felt to have me sucking on his cock, though, he was ready
and willing for more, lots more. I sucked him almost daily from the very
beginning, but Larry always shoved me off when he was about to cum. I put
up with it for a while, being satisfied just watching all that lovely
liquid shooting out of the cock I'd just been sucking, but one day, I
decided to hold on tight and take the entire load in my mouth. Larry kept
trying to pull my head away from his cock, but after a few shots, he
tightened his grip and started fucking his cum deep into my throat. I
figured he would be creeped out by the whole thing, but he was pretty cool
with the idea that his best friend liked eating cum. Or, maybe he was just
such a horny teen that he was glad to have a friend to help him out.

Mr. Warner pulled the curtains over the big picture window as he said,
"Better close these too. Some old farts don't care about the Closed sign if
they can still see I'm working."

"Got it," I replied casually. My mind was still on Larry. We eventually
discovered that there was something called "fucking." Naturally, I helped
Larry expand his knowledge and expertise by letting him use my ass to
practice his fucking style. I took quite a few loads of Larry's cum up my
ass for two or three years before he finally found a girl who would let him
fuck her. "No offense, buddy," Larry said after his first time with a girl,
"but my dick was definitely made for pussy." I laughed and replied, "No
offense, buddy, as long as you don't mind that my ass and mouth were made
for cock." Larry gave me a playful shove and laughed, "Yeah, I figured that
out a few years ago." He was just as cool when he discovered that our other
best friend, Adam Crow, had started slipping his cock into me after Larry
began reserving his for the ladies. I should have remembered to lock the
door on that day of discovery, knowing Larry's tendency to make himself at
home in my home.

"It's been a long time since I cut your hair," Mr. Warner said, walking
over to the chair.

"Yeah, I guess so," I said nervously, realizing that my cock had stiffened
up as I remembered that first time Larry caught Adam fucking my ass. After
a surprised pause, Larry had whipped out his own hardening dick and fed it
to me, along with the creamy load that was stored in his balls. Those were
the days.

"So, what does your mom want today?" Mr. Warner asked with a smile as he
flipped the bib over my chest and conveniently hid my hardon as well,
whether he noticed it or not.

"A good fuck," I replied without thinking. Well, I was thinking, but it was
about all the fucks that Larry and Adam gave me during the rest of our high
school days. Larry's fucks became more random and rare, but he still slid
his cock up my ass whenever his girlfriends were on the rag or just didn't
feel like putting out. All either of them had to do was ask, and I would
surrender my ass and mouth, whichever they were in the mood for on any
given day. And as far as I knew, no one was ever the wiser about us Three
Fuck-a-teers, as we called ourselves in private.

"Good to know," Mr. Warner laughed, as he tied the bib behind my neck.

"Sorry, I guess I haven't turned on the speech filter mode since I got home
from school. She's just been bitching all day."

"Sounds like you're right and she needs to get laid," Mr. Warner replied
casually. That caught me off guard, and I must have looked pretty shocked,
because Mr. Warner met my eyes in the mirror for a second and then started
laughing. I relaxed and joined him. "Is she dating anyone?"

"Not that I know of," I replied. "She still seems happy to play the wronged
woman."

"Can't believe your dad left her. I didn't see that coming," Mr. Warner
said as he began combing my hair.

"Neither did she," I laughed. "She thought he'd take her nagging forever."

"So, what are we doing here?"

"Just a trim, I guess."

"A trim it is," he replied, starting to get the scissors.

"Fuck it, shave it," I said suddenly, surprising even myself.

"You sure about that?" Mr. Warner asked, turning and giving me a doubtful
look.

"Might as well give her something to really bitch about," I laughed.

Mr. Warner shrugged and picked up the clippers. When he turned them on, the
buzzing filled my ears, and I started to lose my nerve. "Last chance," he
said, looking at me in the mirror.

"Go for it," I replied, closing my eyes and waiting. My whole body tingled
as the clippers slid across my scalp. One pass after another. I could feel
the hair falling past my ears and onto my shoulders, across my forehead and
into my lap. The weight was just falling away, and it felt good.

"No going back, now," Mr. Warner said as he finally turned off the
clippers.

I slowly opened my eyes and looked at the stranger in the mirror. A smile
slowly slid across my face before I replied, "Cool!"

"Let's give it a close shave now, then," Mr. Warner smiled, turning to the
lather machine.

As Mr. Warner applied the warm shaving cream to my scalp and massaged it
in, I could feel my cock growing in my jeans under the bib. The warmth of
the cream and the strength of his touch was just making me so hot. Of
course, thinking about my fuckbuddy days with Larry and Adam wasn't helping
the situation. "Mmmm," I sighed.

"Feels good?" Mr. Warner asked.

"Oh yeah," I moaned. "I mean, yeah, definitely," I added quickly, trying to
get myself under control. Mr. Warner continued working the cream all over
my scalp and down the back of my neck. I could feel his thumbs massaging my
neck muscles, and I moaned again. What I never ever told Larry was that
sometimes, when he was fucking me, I actually pretended that it was
Mr. Warner fucking me. He never hit on me or anything like that. It was all
me. I just found him to be so hot. It only seemed natural that my "type"
would be the grownup version of Larry.

"Just relax," Mr. Warner said softly, "this won't hurt a bit." My cock
jumped as my brain imagined him whispering those words in my ear as he
slowly worked his hard daddy cock into my quivering asshole. Instead, my
scalp felt the straight razor gliding across my skin, removing the shaving
cream and the remaining stubble. I just tried to relax and breathe steadily
while my raging cock continued to have a mind of its own.

"You should give Larry a call," Mr. Warner said as he was finally finishing
up the shave. "He would be impressed to see you have the balls to shave."

"I didn't say anything about shaving my balls," I laughed.

"Your loss," Mr. Warner laughed back as he began massaging a tonic or
something into my smooth scalp. "There you go. Smooth as a baby's bottom,"
he said, giving my scalp a slap and winking at me in the mirror.

"Looks good," I said, but my confidence was failing as I thought about my
mother's inevitable reaction.

"Looks damn good," Mr. Warner replied. "Not everyone has the head for it,
but you do. If I didn't think so, I would have tried harder to convince you
not to do it."

"Thanks," I said. "I'm glad you did it."

"I'm not so sure your mom will be so glad."

"That's her problem," I replied, my confidence returning.

"Will that be all?" he asked, as he undid the bib and whipped it away. I'm
not sure if he saw the tent in my jeans or not, but if he did, he didn't
say anything. He just headed over toward the cash register.

"Well, since you mentioned it...," I said nervously, not believing what I
was thinking.

"Mentioned what?" Mr. Warner asked, turning to look at me.

"Well, I... Umm..."

"What is it, Teddy?" he laughed.

"I always wondered what it would be like to have my balls shaved," I
admitted quickly but softly.

Mr. Warner looked at me with a blank expression for a few seconds and then
burst out in the biggest belly laugh I'd ever heard. "You do have balls,"
he finally managed to say when he'd laughed himself out. "So, you want me
to shave them for you?"

"I was joking," I replied with a forced laugh, trying to get out of the
mess my hormones had suddenly gotten me into.

"Like hell you were," Mr. Warner growled, suddenly going all serious. There
was a long pause where we just looked at each other. When he looked down
and saw my hard cock struggling to escape the confines of my jeans, he
finally added, "It's not a service I've ever provided before, Teddy. I
wouldn't know what to charge."

I gulped and said, "I'm sure we could figure something out."

That brought Mr. Warner back to his senses. "Oh, wait, hey, look,
Teddy. Fun's fun, but... No, that's not..."

"You know I like guys. Larry must have told you."

"Yeah, but..."

"What he didn't and doesn't know is that you're the guy I've always really
wanted."

"I'm not gay, Teddy." It was a statement. No judgment. No anger. Just a
statement.

"I never said you were. I'm just offering a payment in kind for services to
be rendered."

"What do you have in mind," Mr. Warner finally asked, and I relaxed.

"How about you shave my balls, and we'll discuss the price later?" With my
eyes locked on Mr. Warner, I slowly stood up from the chair, undid my jeans
and shoved them and my underwear down to my ankles.

"Damn, Teddy," Mr. Warner muttered when he saw my hard cock standing proud
and aimed in his direction. "You really want to do this?"

"You brought it up, so to speak. Look, I really want to see what it's like
to get my balls shaved. It would be cool to have you do it for me, but if
you'd rather not, that's fine. And if you do it but just want cash, that's
fine too. So?"

Mr. Warner hesitated and bit his lip. Finally, he said, "Have a seat."

"Cool!" I crowed, flopping back into the barber chair. "Damn, that's cold!"
I laughed when I felt the fake leather on my bare butt cheeks.

"Doesn't seem to be making much difference," Mr. Warner laughed as he
nodded to my hard cock, which was still proudly sticking up from my crotch.

"Let's do this!" I said, slipping off my shoes and then yanking my feet out
of my jeans and underwear. I whipped off my T-shirt and tossed it on the
pile of clothes on the floor in front of me. I sat up proudly, wearing
nothing but my socks and a big grin.

Mr. Warner smiled and shook his head before he stepped behind me and pumped
up the chair as high as it would go. It probably wasn't high enough, but at
least he didn't have to get down on his knees. "You sure about this?" he
asked.

"Would this lie?" I laughed, grabbing my stiff cock and waving it about.

"I doubt it," Mr. Warner laughed as he worked the lever to recline the back
of the chair. "So, sit back and relax."

I did as he instructed and spread my legs wide apart. "It's all yours,
Sir," I said with a wink as he stepped around in front of me with a palm
full of shaving cream.

"They teach you to act like this at that college of yours?" Mr. Warner
asked casually as he stepped between my legs.

"I've acted like this for years," I laughed. "Just not in front of you. Not
for real, anyway."

"So you really think about me in that way?" Mr. Warner asked as he reached
out and began slowly covering my balls with warm shaving cream.

"Oh yeah," I moaned in answer to his question and in response to the feel
of the cream on my balls. "Oh yeah," I repeated as he began to massage the
cream into my skin. "Every time Larry--" I barely caught myself and froze
in mid-sentence. Mr. Warner's hand froze as well.

"Every time Larry what?"

"Every time he talked about what a great Dad you are, I couldn't help
wishing you were my dad."

"Well, you're dad probably wouldn't do this to you," he laughed, continuing
to work the cream into the hair on my balls and on around into my pube
bush.

"Oh, I don't know," I said casually.

"You don't mean...?!"

"No," I laughed. "Damn, you can't take a joke."

"Not when I'm standing here lathering up my son's best friend's balls, I
can't," he laughed.

"Oh, that feels good," I sighed as Mr. Warner began to use both hands to
rub the shaving cream into my thighs, which I managed to spread even wider.

"Here goes," Mr. Warner said, and I opened my eyes to see him standing
there with the straight razor in his hand and a look waiting for
confirmation on his face.

"Go for it!" I said, just as I had done before he shaved my head. I watched
him bend over my crotch and hesitate. "No, really, I want you to."

"It's just that there's something in the way," he laughed.

"Oh," I laughed too. "You want me to move it."

"Probably better if I do it myself," Mr. Warner finally replied, "as long
as you don't mind."

"Help yourself. Whatever makes it easier."

"Or harder," he laughed as he reached out and gently took my cock in his
firm grip.

"Oh shit," I groaned as my entire body quivered. "That feels so good."

"Just relax," Mr. Warner instructed, and I did my best.

I closed my eyes and processed every single sensation that my body was
experiencing. I knew it was going to be the stuff to get me through many
many late-night jerkoff sessions back at college. I moaned when Mr. Warner
pulled my cock to the side so he could shave my pubes. I could feel stroke
after stroke of the razor as it was gliding across my skin. My hips
eventually started moving in motion with the razor. I could feel my cock
sliding in and out of Mr. Warner's grip, which was slick from the shaving
cream.

"Hold still," he ordered firmly, "unless you want me to cut this thing
off." My eyes flew open as he gave my cock a couple of firm strokes and
raised an eyebrow.

"Shit, no, I need that," I laughed.

"Then hold still."

I relaxed again but kept my eyes open to watch Mr. Warner work. It was
safer than giving in to the sensations again. I watched as he gently moved
my cock from side to side as he finished shaving my pubes. I watched as he
pulled my cock and balls to one side so he could shave around the base of
my cock. I watched as he pulled my cock and balls in the other direction so
he could shave around the other side of the base of my cock.

"OH SHIT!" I moaned when he suddenly wrapped his thumb and forefinger
around my ballsac and tightened his grip to stretch the skin over my balls.

"Gotta tighten the skin for a close shave," he said casually.

"Oh fuck, I don't think I can handle it," I groaned.

"Just relax. Deep breaths. Won't take long."

I gripped the armrests tightly and tried to think of things other than my
best friend's dad holding my balls and shaving them. It didn't
work. "STOP!" I finally yelled. Mr. Warner yanked back with a panicked look
on his face. "I'VE GOTTA..." I grunted as I grabbed my cock and began
jerking frantically. Stray shaving cream made my cock tingle and my grip
slid smoothly up and down my cock. Flying faster and faster. "OH SHIT!" I
yelled as I thrust my hips up out of the barber chair, driving my slick
cock through my fist and unleashing a torrent of cum that shot out of my
cock. Load after load. Streak after streak. Covering my belly. More and
more cum. Hips thrusting. Panting. Moaning. Groaning. "Oh shit," I finally
sighed as I let my ass relax back down against the barber chair.

"Very impressive," Mr. Warner replied. "You want me to finish now?"

"Give me a second," I sighed as I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the
euphoria surging through my body.

"You want some towels to wipe that up?" Mr. Warner asked.

I opened my eyes and looked at him. "No, I'm good." I slowly scooped up
some cum, smiled at Mr. Warner, licked my lips, and then licked my
cum-covered fingers.

"Damn," Mr. Warner hissed, unconsciously adjusting the hard cock that was
tenting his own trousers. "You eat your cum?"

"Don't you?" I asked casually.

"No, can't say I ever have," he laughed.

"You should try it sometime," I replied, scooping up another load to savor.

"I don't know about that," Mr. Warner grinned. "Seems a little too..."

"Gay?"

"Well, yeah."

"Only if it's another guy's cum," I laughed.

"Good to know," he replied with a smile. "Ready to finish?"

"Sure. Go for it," I sighed. I was so completely relaxed at that point that
I didn't care. Unfortunately, I didn't pay much attention to the rest of
the shave either.

"Smooth as a baby's, well..." Mr. Warner said when he stood up straight to
admire his handy work.

I looked down to see my hairless crotch for the first time. "Wow," I said
as Mr. Warner slapped some tonic between his hands and began rubbing it all
over my crotch. "That feels good." When he casually stroked some tonic up
my cock shaft, I couldn't help saying, "Not too much of that unless you
want it to go off again."

"Well, then a little powder, and we're all done here," he said as he
sprinkled some sort of powder on my crotch and rubbed it around.

"Not quite," I said as Mr. Warner stood back to admire the results of his
efforts.

"What do you mean?" he asked with a quizzical look on his face.

"You forgot the crack," I replied, quickly standing up, turning around, and
kneeling in the barber chair with my chest pressed against the back of the
chair and my ass pointing at Mr. Warner.

Mr. Warner let out another belly laugh before observing, "You just don't
quit, do you."

"Not until I'm all finished. Until we're all finished."

"What do you mean?" he asked innocently.

"Do I have to spell it out? After you finish shaving my ass, or before if
you want, I want you to fuck me."

"Whoa, stop right there, Teddy. That's--"

"Exactly what I want. It looks like it's what your cock wants too,
Mr. Warner."

"I'm not gay."

"Never said you were. Just horny."

"Well, that is true," Mr. Warner laughed.

"Besides, you might actually like it. Or have you already tried it before?"

"No, I've never done anything with a guy?"

"Not even when you were growing up?"

"Never."

"Well, then it's time you learned what you've been missing, or maybe not
missing."

"I've known you since you were a kid, Teddy."

"Exactly, so you know how long I've been wanting this. Please, Mr. Warner?"
It was a simple request. Not begging. Not cajoling. Just letting him know I
really wanted it.

He finally gulped before saying, "Let me think about it while I shave you."

"Sounds fair to me," I replied, relaxing against the back of the chair and
waiting. "Oh yeah," I sighed when I felt him spread my ass cheeks and apply
that first load of shaving cream. "Yeah, work it in," I encouraged him as
he worked the lather in my crack, down around my asshole, and on toward my
already-shaved balls.

"You have no idea what you're doing to me," Mr. Warner finally said softly.

I looked up in the mirror and for the first time saw a look of concern on
Mr. Warner's face. "Look, I really want this, but if you don't, that's
fine. Seriously, Mr. Warner, I don't want you to do anything you don't
really want to do. Certainly not just because you're horny. You can just go
home and fuck Mrs. Warner or jerk off, or whatever it is you do for relief
these days."

"I haven't fucked Mrs. Warner for years," he admitted. "I'm not
complaining. Just stating a fact. But I love her still. Don't get me
wrong."

"Of course not."

"But I do miss fucking," Mr. Warner finally added. "Jerking off just isn't
the same."

"So," I said casually, "just relax and enjoy fucking my ass. I'm not
expecting you to fall in love with me or anything." I laughed and then
added, "Let's just have some fun. Just between you and me. Well, between
your cock and my ass," I laughed.

I could see that I was winning over Mr. Warner as he casually started
stroking his cock through his trousers as we talked. "You won't tell
anyone?"

"Why should I? You're a great guy, Mr. Warner. I just want to show you how
much I think about you. And if I can help you out by just offering my ass
every now and then, why not?"

"Now and then?"

"Well, I might need someone to make sure occasionally that I'm keeping up
with my shaving and doing it right." I smiled and winked at Mr. Warner,
trying to keep things light.

"And it's not like I would be fucking another woman, because that could
screw up my marriage. And I don't want that. You do understand that?"

"Absolutely, Mr. Warner. Just two guys relaxing and having some
no-strings-attached fun. Works for me."

"Who would have thought the first fuck I'd get in years would be my son's
best friend?"

"I would!" I laughed. "Now finish up the shave, so we can get down to the
real business at hand."

Mr. Warner smiled and went quickly back to work, making sure my lower
regions were smooth all over, front and back. "Smooth as a baby's bottom,"
he said when he finished. "And a nice bottom it is," he added, giving my
butt a few gentle pats that turned into a slow massage.

I looked over my shoulder and saw the stiff boner in his trousers and the
obvious wet spot that it had created. "Looks like you're more than ready."

"How do we do this?"

"Well, first, you get your cock out," I laughed.

"You smart-ass bastard," he laughed as he undid his trousers and slid them
and his underwear down to his thighs and revealed his proud, hard, uncut
cock.

"Damn," I sighed. "Nice one, Mr. Warner."

"I try," he laughed, slowly starting to stroke his cock.

"Just be sure you try hard," I laughed.

"I will, don't you worry about that. I just meant I never fucked ass
before. Do you need me to do anything special?"

"Well, I might need a little lube, now that I see what you're
carrying. Hold on a second." I got up and hurried over to the backpack I'd
left near the magazines and pulled a small tube of lube out of one of the
many pockets and a condom out of another. This is for me," I said, holding
up the lube, "and that's for you," I added, holding out the condom.

"Always be prepared?" Mr. Warner observed.

"Well, I hoped I might hook up with a hot trucker for some rest area action
on the way home from college, but no such luck. So, his loss is your gain."
As I rattled all that off, Mr. Warner watched me casually lubing up my ass
as if it was nothing. I then tossed the tube onto my pile of clothes and
resumed my position in the barber chair with my ass ready and waiting for
his cock.

"I haven't used one of these in ages," Mr. Warner said as he hesitated
before opening the packet.

"Just think of it as easy cleanup," I laughed.

"I guess that's true," he said as I watched him pull back his foreskin and
roll the condom down over his cock.

"I'm sure you can handle the rest. It's just like riding a bike. And this
bike likes to be ridden," I laughed.

"You are not the innocent boy you always pretended to be."

"I didn't want to risk having you tell me I couldn't hang out with Larry."

"Oh, Teddy, I would never have done that."

"Yeah, well," I said, as we both thought momentarily about the past. "Fuck
me, and maybe I'll believe it," I laughed.

"Deal," Mr. Warner laughed as he stepped up and I felt his cock pressing
forward between my ass cheeks. I felt him pause, and then he asked, "Are
you sure about this, Teddy. We can still write this off as just joking
around. No harm done."

"I've wanted you to fuck me for years now, Mr. Warner. I have no
reservations whatsoever. It's up to you. If you don't want to, we're still
good."

I felt Mr. Warner rest his hand in the small of my back, and then he began
to rub me gently. "I want to do this, Teddy," he finally said as he slowly
began pressing his cock forward. I remained silent and let him take full
control. The hand on my back began to press firmly against my flesh, and I
could feel the knuckles of his other hand working their way between my butt
cheeks as he guided his cock toward my asshole.

"That's it," I whispered when if felt the cool tip of the condom touch my
hole.

"Mmmhmmm," Mr. Warner agreed as he pushed the head of his cock firmly
against my back door. I breathed deeply and tried to relax. I tried to
contain my excitement at finally getting the one cock I'd always wanted
inside me. Mr. Warner pushed harder and grunted when the head of his cock
suddenly popped inside me and my asshole clamped down tightly on his shaft.

"Oh yeah," I groaned. "That's definitely it. Keep going."

Without a word, Mr. Warner continued to fill me with his cock. I felt him
withdraw his guiding hand so that he could grip my hips on both side,
holding me steadily in place as inch after inch after inch gradually filled
my ass. "Damn," he finally groaned, "I almost forgot how good it feels to
have my cock inside a warm, tight hole that isn't just my fist."

"It feels good to me, too, Mr. Warner. Mmmmmm."

"I never knew asses were so tight."

"They can be tighter," I said only moments before I contracted all of my
ass muscles to clamp down on his cock as tight as my butt could.

"Oh shit," Mr. Warner groaned, and I felt him grip my hips even
tighter. "That's... that's... oh shit, that feels good."

"Go all the way," I encouraged him, and he smoothly finished filling me
with the rest of his cock.

"Oh, Teddy, I never knew..."

I let him enjoy the sensation as I flexed my muscles on his cock, and then
I finally said, "Whenever you're ready, you know what to do."

"I don't want to hurt you, Teddy," he said with a note of apprehension.

"Trust me. I've been fucked deep and hard before. You're not going to hurt
me," I finished with a laugh. "Just start slow and build up."

"Oh yeah," Mr. Warner moaned as he slowly slid his cock out of my ass and
then just as slowly slid it back in. "So warm. So tight."

"So full," I moaned.

"Oh god, I needed this. I didn't know how much, but I really needed this."
Mr. Warner sighed as he gradually began increasing the speed and depth of
his fucking actions. Filling me with his cock. Pulling out but not all the
way. Thrusting back in. Filling me again. Pulling out
again. Slowly. Steady. Faster. Harder.

"That's it, Mr. Warner, fuck me. Harder!"

"Oh yeah," he moaned as his fingers dug into my flesh and began pulling my
hips back to meet his thrusting cock. Driving him deeper inside me. Flesh
slapping against
flesh. Grunts. Groans. Moans. Pleasure. Ecstasy. Filling. Fulfillment.

I held tightly to the back of the barber chair and looking in the mirror to
see Mr. Warner looking down, as if mesmerized by the sight of his hard
thrusting cock disappearing into and emerging from my newly shaved
ass. "Does it look as good as it feels," I finally asked.

"Fuck yeah," he laughed, looking up and grinning at me in the mirror. "I
don't know how I can ever thank you for this, Teddy."

"You're not thanking me. I'm paying you for the shaves," I laughed.

"Oh yeah, well, you haven't paid enough yet," he said, giving me a quick
wink before returning his attention to his cock sliding in and out of my
asshole.

I could feel my hairless cock and balls swinging in the breeze every time
Mr. Warner slammed that daddy cock into me. He was getting faster and
harder, and I was enjoying it beyond my wildest dreams. He was grunting
with every thrust, and those grunts made my body tingle just as much as the
feel of his cock inside me did.

Slowly, I released my grip on the chair with one hand and dipped my
shoulder to stretch that free hand back between my legs. My fingers slid
over my smooth cock and were covered in the slick precum that I was
leaking. I smeared the precum over my smooth balls and back along the path
toward my asshole.

"Shit!" Mr. Warner yelled when he felt my fingers unexpectedly come in
contact with is cock as it pummeled my ass.

"Sorry, just feeling around," I laughed.

"Well, warn a guy, next time," he laughed, before resuming his wonderful
assault. "Oh yeah," he sighed as he felt my fingers slide along his
sheathed cock and finally find his swaying balls.

"I'm gonna grab your balls now," I warned him.

"If you think your hand's big enough," he grunted. "OH YEAH!" he yelled
when he felt my grip tighten on his balls and pull them toward me. "Play
with daddy's balls."

We froze.

"Ummm..." Mr. Warner was panting and out of breath, but he couldn't speak.

I looked in the mirror and caught Mr. Warner's nervous eyes. "Don't worry
about it,... Dad."

"Damn, you're dirty," Mr. Warner replied as he gave me a wicked grin and
slapped my ass.

"You don't know the half of it," I smiled back at him.

"Oh yeah," he replied as he resumed fucking my ass. I could see the sweat
staining his shirt. I could feel the sweaty palms as they gripped my
skin. I could hear the grunts of exertion and pleasure.

"God yeah," I moaned, thrusting my ass back to meet his assault. "Fuck
me. Harder, Dad. Harder. Oh god, harder."

"I'm fucking as hard as I can, Son," he grunted.

"Then faster," I ordered, pulling on his balls again.

"Oh, oh, Teddy. Oh fuck, Teddy. I'm... Oh, TEDDY! FUCK!" he bellowed as I
clenched my fist into a death grip on his balls. "I'M CUMMING, SON!" he
roared as he slammed his cock up my ass one last time and held my hips in a
death grip of his own. "SHIT! SHIT! FUCK, SON! OH FUCK!" I could feel is
cock pulsing with every word as he shot his load into the thin condom that
separated his cock from my ass. "TEDDY! TEDDY! Teddy! Oh, Teddy. Oh
fuck. Teddy."

He finally relaxed and collapsed onto my back, pressing me even tighter
against the barber chair. He was panting heavily. Out of
breath. Exhausted. Spent. I felt him wiping his sweaty forehead against the
back of my neck as his breathing struggled back to a regular rate. I could
feel his heart pounding against my back as it tried to recover as
well. "Thanks, Mr. Warner," I said softly. "I really needed that."

"Me too," he laughed as he struggled to lift his weight off of me and stand
on his own two feet. I felt his knuckles in my ass crack again as he
gripped the condom before slowly pulling his cock out of my as. "I
definitely needed that. Mmm, that feels good, Son," he added as he gently
pulse his hips with only the head of his cock still inside me.

"It sure does, Dad," I agreed, tightening my asshole in an attempt to keep
him inside me.

Suddenly the door to the back of the shop opened, and Larry called out as
he entered the room, "I saw your truck out back, Dad, and thought--"

"Larry!" Mr. Warner yelled, pulling his cock out of my ass and spinning to
face his son with that cock still covered by the cum-filled condom.

"Teddy?" Larry said, catching my eye in the mirror. "What the fuck?"

"Hi, Larry," I replied casually. "I was going to call you later."

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