Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2022 07:50:02 +0000 (UTC) From: Lacey Femme Subject: Free Haircuts, Chapter 1 Free Haircuts [This is fiction. The author is an adult, even if the narrator of the story is a preteen boy. I have never had sex with a minor as an adult, and never had sex with an adult back when I was a minor.] Rosie suggested yesterday I should try writing down everything I could remember about what's been going on these last seven or eight months. She says it will help explain my feelings to myself and maybe even my parents. I don't want to tell my parents that I'm a sissy cocksucker yet, but she tells me I'm facing a big decision soon and they will find out soon enough anyway if I go ahead with it. I love being a cocksucker, but it's led to so many other things and it's getting pretty complicated for me to sort them all out. Maybe writing it all down will help. My name is Timmy, at least that's what they call me at home and school. I'm nine going on ten, skinny and a little tall for my age. Not especially good or bad at any sport or subject at school, although I like English and writing essays more than most boys my age. I'm an only child and don't have that many close friends, but it's okay. Mostly I just do stuff on my own—the park, reading, building models, the usual kid stuff. My parents trust me to stay out of trouble and usually let me spend my time as I want to, without planning many activities for me or watching me that closely. They had me in cub scouts for a couple of years, but I didn't especially like it or make it too far. They wanted me to try a musical instrument and for some reason my dad picked the organ, but it was just a chore to me and they let me give that up last year as well. I guess you could say I've been learning to play another kind of organ over the spring and summer. I like this type much better, and don't mind the time spent practicing at all. I like it just about as much as anything in the whole world, in fact. Rosie and Mr. Thompson say that I have a real, natural talent for it, and I could make it my living if I wanted to. Which is getting me back to the point of writing this all down ... guess I better get started. ***** There are several small barber shops in our town, little places run by one man or a couple of people. Mr. Thompson has one about four blocks from our house, and my parents have just let me bike there on my own whenever I needed a haircut for the last year or so. Mr. Thompson is older than my folks, maybe in his late forties or early fifties, although he's basically just another grown up to a nine-year-old like me. He's friendly, talkative, and a bit overweight with a bald spot. His wife Rosie is somewhat younger, and runs a little beauty parlor right next door to his shop. My parents told me I needed a haircut one Saturday morning last winter and gave me the 8 dollars to pay for it. I rode my bike to the shop as soon as it opened at 10 am. I was eager to get there early to avoid the line, but also because I had discovered there were a several pictures of nude ladies in the mens room during my last visit and I wanted to take another look at them. They were Playboy centerfolds, nothing much compared with pictures Mr. Thompson has shown me since then. But they were the first images of naked women I'd ever seen. I'm still just a kid, so they didn't really make me hard or arouse me. But the images were a new discovery and I found them ... very interesting, even if I didn't really know why yet. I parked and locked my bike in front of the shop, said hello to Mr. Thompson as I came through the front door, and asked him if I could use the bathroom. He smiled back at me and told me to go ahead. I was his first customer and the barbershop was still empty, which probably made all the difference in how the day turned out. It was a small bathroom with just a sink and a toilet, with the pinups posted on walls where you would see them while using either one. The girls were in their late teens or early twenties, so they were grownups as far as I was concerned. But they were still pretty young for most of the men who would look at the photos. They had the bodies, hair and faces usually picked for Playboy centerfolds, very sexy in a fresh and innocent way. I looked at the pictures for some time, drawn by something important about life that I still didn't understand. I had forgotten to lock the door in my hurry to look at the centerfolds, and I must have been in the bathroom much longer than I realized. The door opened slowly, and suddenly Mr. Thompson was standing there looking at me. "Are you OK, Timmy?" Mr. Thompson asked. "Yeah." "You've been in here for a while. You like looking at the pictures?" "Kinda." I was a bit embarrassed to be discovered like this. "Do they excite you?" "No, not really." I wasn't excited like I was on an amusement park ride or watching a scary movie. "What do you mean?" "Are you getting hard?" "Hard?" I was even more confused. Mr. Thompson chuckled just once and smiled at me again. "I guess you still are a little young. I can explain more, but you have to promise not to tell anyone about it. There are some things you are ready to know now if you're already so interested in these pictures, but not everyone would approve." "Not even my parents?" "Especially your parents." "OK." I was used to hiding a few things from my parents if I had to, like a bad grade on a math quiz. And Mr. Thompson had been cutting my hair for longer than I could remember. He wasn't some stranger that I needed to look out for. Mr. Thompson proceeded to give me a brief introduction to Sex Ed at a fourth-grade level. The lecture was improvised, but he eventually got the main points across pretty well. "Girls look like this so they can attract men and make babies with them. When you get a few years older, pictures like this will make your cock get hard and you will want to fuck the girls and cum in their pussies." Cock? Fuck? Cum? I had started hearing older boys use some of these words on the playground, but I didn't really know what they meant. Mr. Thompson saw I was confused. I could tell that he was thinking about something. "Oh. I guess you must still call the thing between your legs your pee pee. But when you get older you will call it your cock, especially when it's hard. And a pussy, that's the tight little tunnel between a girl's legs where you fuck her and shoot the sperm from your cock when you cum." This was a lot to take in for a nine-year-old. Mr. Thompson was doing his best, but I could tell he felt he was struggling to explain basic facts that should be completely obvious. And that made me feel dense. I had already suspected some of these things, but I wasn't really getting it. Mr. Thompson put his hand on my shoulder. "This would all make more sense if I could just show you. Would that be OK? It would have to be our secret. Just let me know if anything bothers you and we can stop." I nodded back at Mr. Thompson. I was too nervous to talk and my heart was beating faster. I knew somehow that an important line was being crossed. "Go ahead and sit on the toilet." I did as Mr. Thompson asked. He stood about a foot in front of me, unzipped his fly, and took out his, um, cock. I had seen my dad's cock when he was peeing in the bathroom at home, and a few cocks just a very few times at the urinal troughs in movie theaters and auditoriums. They were all much bigger than mine, and of course they seemed even bigger to a four-foot-four nine-year-old. Mr. Thompson was just as large, and his balls were even larger compared with my little sac. He was circumcised, although I hardly even knew foreskins were a thing at that time. There were veins up along one side of him, and lots of hair stuck out around his cock through the hole in his boxers. "This is my cock when I'm soft. Getting hard at my age usually takes some stroking. Would you like to touch it?" I was as nervous as I've ever been, but I reached out and wrapped my fingers around Mr. Thompson. He was warm, soft, and quite thick. Every grown-up cock is a big one to a nine-year-old. "Squeeze me just a little and stoke your hand back and forth." He wrapped his own hand around mine to show me. "Not too fast or hard at first." It took a while, but Mr. Thompson began to grow right before my eyes. His cock started getting longer, thicker, and then stiffer. "That's good. Stroke a little faster now..." In a few minutes Mr. Thompson's cock was sticking out straight ahead and felt very hard in my hand. I know now that his six-inch cock is very typical, but at the time he seemed absolutely enormous. Mr. Thompson's cock was now just a few inches in front of my face. I kept stroking at a steady pace, and he got even stiffer. A small drop of liquid started forming at the pee hole. "Fuck, you've got me really turned on. Do you want me to cum for you, too?" Once again, all I could do is nod. I was nearly hypnotized at this point. "Can you suck on it?" "With my mouth?" I wasn't sure about this. Cocks were where pee came from, of course. "Just try it for me. It won't bite. And I'll give you a free haircut." That sealed the deal. My parents would never know, and the money would buy lots of comic books or a couple of model airplanes. I leaned forward and the cockhead touched my lips. "Open your mouth, and lick me up and down beneath the head." I did as Mr. Thompson directed. The drop of liquid was slightly salty, and my tongue felt the hard shaft of his cock underneath the soft skin. But my mouth was open now, and Mr. Thompson took the chance to push his cockhead just an inch into my little mouth. His hands were now on the back of my head, holding me firmly as he thrusted back and forth in my mouth with short and steady strokes. I could only take another inch or two of the shaft beyond the cockhead before he filled my mouth completely, but Mr. Thompson knew this was my first time. He was as gentle with me as he could manage, given he was getting really turned on. "Are you OK?" I did my best to nod with a big fat cock in my mouth. "Just keep your lips around your teeth, suck gently, and rub your tongue on the shaft. Oh yes, just like that. Breathe through your nose. Shouldn't take much longer now." I closed my eyes, and tried my best to relax and follow Mr. Thompson's instructions. This was totally unexpected, but somehow, I still knew it was a very important moment for me. I didn't gag too much, even though my mouth was very, very full. The entire world went away except for my lips, mouth and the cock I was sucking, just the way it still does whenever I'm pleasing a man. I felt Mr. Thompson get even harder after a few more minutes, his thrusts getting faster and deeper. He was breathing harder. "Yeah, just like that, you'll make me cum soon..." He certainly wasn't asking if it would be OK to cum in my mouth. "...Fuck yeah, that's good..." He just groaned, and I felt his cock stiffen, quiver and pulse in my mouth as he held my head firmly between his hands. Then he was cumming, maybe three big spurts before trailing off into smaller contractions. Mr. Thompson was about 50 and his load wasn't as large as a younger man's, but my mouth was still half full with his cum. "Don't stop, but be gentle. it's sensitive now...fuck, feels so good..." I kept licking and sucking Mr. Thompson's cock lightly, and it seemed he was weak in the knees. I guess I had gotten him off in something like five to seven minutes start-to-finish. My technique wasn't all that great as a first-time cocksucker, but the chance to break in the little mouth of a completely innocent nine-year-old boy must have been a big turn-on for him. Mr. Thompson's cock started getting smaller and a bit softer. He took it out of my mouth, and I could finally swallow his salty cum. He zipped himself up as best he could and leaned back against the door in front of me, still breathing hard and sweating. We looked at each other. I was kind of amazed at what I had just done. He somehow remembered we were doing all of this for the sake of my education. "So that's how men cum, Timmy. You made me feel really, really good, and it will feel just as good for you when you get a little older and can do it yourself. It's one of the best things in the world for a man, probably the very best thing of all when you're still young and horny." "And like I said, girls are built the way they are so that we will want to fuck their pussies and make babies with them. But I just showed you that's not the only way for a man to cum. A man can fuck a mouth or an asshole with his cock almost as easily, and he enjoys it just as much in its own way. Lots of guys think blowjobs are the best sex there is, especially with a talented cocksucker who can deep throat." I didn't really catch all of that, but was starting to get the basic idea. "And a guy doesn't need to limit himself to fucking just grown-up women, either. Lots of boys and some girls—I mean real girls, who are your age—are cocksuckers too, and start fucking men too when they're just a little older and bigger. There are all sorts of laws against it, but I honestly don't understand why, just as long as nobody's forced into anything or abused. And no kid's really going to be harmed by trying something once or twice and then deciding he or she didn't like it." Just like liver or brussels sprouts, I couldn't help but thinking. "Most boys who start sucking cock around your age grow out of it, like I did. I sucked my dad and uncles' cocks almost every day for years until I was about 15, and still ended up liking girls. But some boys keep being cocksuckers after they grow up, and even like getting fucked in the ass. They end up trying to be as just girly as possible, fucking and sucking men all the time. Bless their little cocksucking hearts, they just can't help themselves. And my God, they do get really good at giving blowjobs with all that practice. And it doesn't make me any less of a man to have a sissy like that enjoy sucking my cock." Mr. Thompson realized he was probably saying too much. He slowed himself down and smiled at me. "Did you like sucking my cock?" he asked more seriously. "You were really good at it for a first timer." "I don't, don't really know yet" I stuttered. I thought that I probably did, but it was a lot for a kid to process in one morning. "Would you like to try it again sometime, like next Saturday morning? Your choice, just as long as we can be discrete about it." "I think so." Something about this made me feel very grown up, or at least like I was dealing with a grown-up man on his level. And it was just plain exciting to watch and feel Mr. Thompson's cock get so hard and then make him cum this way. I really, really wanted to learn more about this whole new universe of sucking and fucking I hadn't even known existed when I left home 15 minutes ago. I didn't yet understand why sucking a grown-up's cock had to be such a big secret, but could keep quiet if Mr. Thompson told me to. "See if you can get here by nine, before the shop opens. I guess that I owe you a haircut now." I had almost forgotten about that, but Mr. Thompson was a good guy you could count on to keep his word.