Date: Fri, 11 Feb 2022 17:25:14 +0000 (UTC) From: Lacey Femme Subject: Free Haircuts, chapter 2 [Please read the disclaimer in Chapter 1 if you haven't already.] Mr. Thompson and I walked out of the restroom and back to the front of the barbershop. His wife Rosie was standing there, looking a little judgmental. I was surprised to see her, and more than a little embarrassed, since I didn't think her beauty parlor next door opened until noon. "Having fun back there?" she asked. It was pretty obvious what we'd been up to. Mr. Thompson had at least zipped himself up, but his shirt was wrinkled and halfway untucked. My hair was a mess, and I realized my cheeks were still wet with saliva. I quickly swallowed down the rest of Mr. Thompson's cum, hoping it wasn't too obvious. "I was just showing Timmy here why we have the pinups in the bathroom," Mr. Thompson explained with a wink. "Fine, but just be careful. I had to turn away a customer, and Timmy's bike is still parked out front." It was as if I wasn't even there, the way that adults often talk over kids' heads in front of them. And it somehow didn't seem strange to me to hear a wife talking so calmly and practically with her husband about getting a blow job from a young boy--in front of the boy. Maybe this was just the way sex worked with some adults, although my parents never talked about it. "OK." Mr. Thompson accepted her comments as he led me to the barber chair and sat me down. He tucked his shirt back in and went on with the haircut as if nothing much had happened. My hair was down around the bottom of my ears and getting a little long, which was why my parents had told me to get a haircut. But Mr. Thompson told me he liked me in long hair, and I agreed. He cleaned up the ends and trimmed the back just a little bit, so I really didn't get much done for my free haircut. But I was still flustered and blushing. My very first time as a cocksucker, and people were already finding out! What would happen now? Rosie saw me blushing, and tried to put me at ease. "Did you suck Frank's cock in the bathroom, Timmy?" she asked, even if it was obvious. "Yes." "Was it your first time?" "Yes." "Did you like it? You don't look bothered or upset, just shy." "I guess so. I never knew how a grown up's cock could get hard like that and get so big, and then cum that way. I never knew men liked having boys suck their cocks like that." "They do, believe me, they do." Rosie chuckled. "And it goes on all the time, even if most people don't admit to it and pretend that they disapprove. Nearly every man will agree that he likes having kids play with and suck his cock if he's halfway honest. And more kids are happy to do it for their daddies and other men then you'll ever know. As young as kindergarteners. And even plenty of babies have nursed on a hard cock at least one or twice, even if they never remember." Rosie was of course stretching the truth here. But she was reeling me in, making me feel that what I had just done for Mr. Thompson was a normal, healthy part of growing up. After all, this was just something men and boys did together. "Would you like to try it again? Frank is a good teacher if you want to experiment more and see if you really like it. We think it's just fine for young kids to explore sucking cock. We both had good experiences with it growing up and don't see a problem with it." "Sure, I'd like to come back and do it again if that would be OK. Mr. Thompson already told me I could." Talking with Rosie was making me more comfortable with the idea, but I tried not to sound too eager. "It would be more than OK!" Rosie smiled. "It will be fun for all of us. Just be careful—come here fairly early in the morning on the weekends, park your bike in the alley and knock on the back door. And keep it our little secret for now. We could all get to trouble otherwise, and your folks might be really, really mad." Another customer came in, so the conversation ended. Rosie excused herself and said she needed to get ready for work. A few minutes later the new customer headed back to the bathroom, but I didn't understand what was happening then until my education was further along. But my education in cock sucking had certainly started. Every Saturday I would tell my parents I was going to the park around 9 am, and then stop by the barbershop for an hour or so of training before I really went to the park to play and cover my tracks. I thought about it constantly and could hardly wait for the weekend to come so I could suck cock again. Mr. Thompson usually couldn't wait very long to cum, either. I hadn't reached puberty yet (I'm still just ten now), so it wasn't exactly my sex drive making me do this. But I still knew somehow that I needed to worship cocks, make them cum, and pleasure men just as well as I possibly could. I must have been born this way; nobody was making me do it. But Mr. Thompson and Rosie were also masters at encouragement—telling me what a good cocksucker I was, and making me feel it was completely healthy and natural for a young boy to let older men cum in his mouth whenever they wanted. Their smiles and small talk always made me relaxed and comfortable, and feel they liked me and enjoyed having me around. And in an odd way they do. Maybe it's because they both sucked cocks themselves when they were young, but it's also just how smart molesters act to successfully prey on kids like me. I know that now after everything that's happened since then. But even so, it seems to me that Mr. Thompson, Rosie, and their customers have some a sort of affection and appreciation for me, even if I'm just their convenient little kiddie cum dump. It's sort of like I'm their beloved pet, and it makes me feel good about what I'm doing. I trusted them to take good care of me, and I still do. For the first few weeks our time together was basically Cocksucking 101. Mr. Thompson was a very good teacher, and had no trouble getting it up quickly and staying hard until he was ready to shoot. Very little of our time together was wasted, and he always gave me plenty of verbal direction and encouragement. It was very clear to both of us I was born to be a cocksucker just a few minutes into our second lesson. I was hooked, and my nervousness was completely gone. But there was so much to learn and pay attention to, and all at the same time. I learned to guard my teeth and take more and more of his cock into my mouth and throat without gagging, which is one of the harder parts if you are only nine years old. Mr. Thompson taught me to use my hands to caress his balls, and stroke the root of his cock that was still too much for me to swallow. I learned to pay close attention to whether Mr. Thompson was getting and staying bigger and stiffer, and adjust my tempo, pressure, and suction for best results. A man's cock says so much about how he is feeling if you can just pay attention to it. But stiffer doesn't always mean better ... I learned to back off when Mr. Thompson was getting too close to cumming too soon, so he could last through as least most of our hour together and I could get as much cock sucking practice as possible. But eventually Mr. Thompson would let me know the time had cum for him to unload in my mouth, either through words or actions. Then I would speed up and suck harder, keeping just the right pace until his cock would spasm and shoot out its load of hot, gooey cum. It's impossible to judge time at that moment, but I guess the 30 seconds or so before and after a man starts cumming are the most critical for giving him maximum pleasure. Every stroke, suck, and lick should be exactly right, based on what a man's thrusts, groans, and pulsations are telling you. By my fourth or fifth lesson I knew exactly what worked best for Mr. Thompson, how I could reliably arouse him and get him off with little or no verbal direction. I was really enjoying myself--and I think Mr. Thompson was, too! We were both proud of what I had accomplished. He told me that I was giving him just about the best blowjobs he could remember in some time. I wasn't especially good at many sports or subjects at school, so I really appreciated the praise. Mr. Thompson asked Rosie to watch me suck his cock the next time I visited. By that point I wasn't nervous at all and actually very proud to show her my new skills. Rosie agreed I was a very good cocksucker, even if I couldn't swallow Mr. Thompson all the way down to the base quite yet. But I was still able to have him cum in my throat without gagging hardly at all for the very first time. "Wow, you really are good a cocksucker, aren't you? Not many boys your age can suck and swallow that well after just a few weeks. I'm impressed at your skills." I smiled at all her complements. I didn't realize it then, but her praise was grooming me for the next steps they had planned for using and exploiting me, seeing if I was comfortable sucking cock without hesitation or inhibition. And I was eating it up, literally and figuratively. "Would you like it if you could suck more cocks each time you visit? More than just Frank's?" "Sure, but you told me that I needed to be careful and not let anyone else know I do this." "Well, there's a way we can let you suck a lot more cocks here just as often as you visit, and nobody will ever know it's you. Would you like that?" "Um, Sure!" It sounded too good to be true, and it was way to late now for me to pretend that I didn't love cocksucking. "Just follow me." Rosie walked out the back door of the barbershop, and we went in through the back of her beauty parlor right next door. It turned out her shop had its own small restroom in the back, right up against the wall shared with the barbershop. Imagine that. "Let's just wait here for a few more minutes, until Frank's shop opens." I was very confused at this point. Rosie looked somewhat amused, and I wondered if she was teasing me. "Maybe you could take your clothes off?" Now I was certain I was being teased, but Rosie was an adult and I did as she asked. Rosie offered just a brief orientation. "You may get to suck four or five cocks this morning." That got my attention, even if it was a bit scary. "Some men may be very excited, so don't worry about it if somebody cums too quickly. Or if an older man can't get it up at all. These things can happen, and if they do it's not your fault. Just do your best to suck every cock and please all the men like Frank has trained you, and everything will be fine." We sat there in silence for a couple more minutes, and then there was a tapping sound on the wall. Rosie stood up and walked to the wall, undid a latch, and slid open a small panel. I hadn't noticed it before. The panel revealed a small grating. "Hello?" Rosie seemed to be speaking to someone on the other side of the wall. "Frank says you have a new kid here." It was a man's voice. He must be in the barbershop bathroom, I realized. "Yeah, a nine-year-old boy. Cherry." What was cherry? "Is he any good?" "Frank thinks so. Been training him six weeks." "How much?" "Twenty bucks, just like the girl last fall." "But you only cost ten." "Yeah, but I'm just an old whore instead of a fresh young kid." "Well OK." The man laughed as he said it. The conversation was a little confusing, even if it was clear they were talking about me. But I didn't say anything or ask questions. My parents had raised me to be polite and respectful when grown ups were talking, even (especially?) if they were talking about me or something I didn't understand. Rosie undid two more small latches that opened more panels. They revealed two medium sized, square holes. One was about three feet off the floor, and the other offset slightly about 18 inches further up. Sort of where a man's groin and shoulder would be if he was standing up against the wall ... A man's hand came through the lower hole holding a twenty-dollar bill, and Rosie took it. Next, I heard a zipper open and maybe the sound of someone fumbling with his pants. Then a man's arm came through the upper hole, and finally I saw his cock and balls through the lower opening. This was how it worked! I smiled and looked at Rosie, who smiled back at me and nodded. I knelt down at the hole, took the man's cock in my hand, and started stroking. Frank had trained me well and I knew what to do. The man was halfway hard to begin with, and in no time at all he was sticking nearly straight up and was more than hard enough to suck. I leaned down, licked the underside of his shaft a few times, and put the head of his cock in my mouth. I started sucking and licking, and kept stroking the base just like Mr. Thompson had taught me. This cock was about the same size as his, but it was already stiffer than Mr. Thompson ever got. The man put his hand on the back of my head and held me at the hole as he thrusted a little deeper into my mouth. I matched his movements with my head. He seemed to like it, so I settled on a steady tempo and pressure and kept on sucking. After a few minutes I heard another male voice in the room next door. "How is he?" "He's good. Uses his tongue like a pro. Better than that girl they used to have here." "Little faggots usually are. They really like sucking cocks and work at it like there's no tomorrow." "Yeah, I'll cum soon if he keeps it up." This was interesting. As I said, my parents had taught me accept it when grown-ups talked about me. A minute later there was a knock on the wall next to the hole. I soon learned what this meant as the man groaned, and his cock stiffened further and shot its hot load in my mouth. His cum was thicker and saltier than Mr. Thompson's, and there was definitely lots more of it. Maybe five big pulses that almost filled my mouth. I just kept sucking gently and licked the spot under his pee hole, feeling the cock pulse and quiver with each shot of cum. "Good, isn't he?" "Yeah, best I've had in while. Really seems to enjoy taking my load and doesn't flinch. You're right, young boys are the best cocksuckers." "Let me have some of that." "OK." The man's cock had barely stopped cumming and was still hard, but it withdrew from my mouth and the hole. It was replaced by another cock in only a second. It was already hard and pushing against my lips, and I was ready to suck it. "Twenty dollars, please." Rosie spoke up to remind the man he needed to pay first. I moved back out of the way as he grumbled an apology and handed her the cash. The cock came back through the hole. It was still very, very hard, and it looked at least an inch bigger than Mr. Thompson's. Also thicker. I had to stretch my jaw just to get the head into my mouth, and there wasn't much space left to move my tongue around to lick it. I felt his hand pressing on the back of my head as the cock thrust forward to the back of my mouth. The man tried pushing in further, but he was just too big for my little throat. Rosie saw I was staring to gag. "Steady now, just relax and breathe through your nose." I got back into it and the man seemed to accept that he wasn't getting his cock any further in. My jaw was wide open and starting to ache a little, but I could handle it. I kept sucking and pleasing the new man as best I could. This time I knew what it meant when he knocked on the wall. And he came a LOT, with so many pulses that I stopped counting. My mouth filled up with cum, and his cock was too big to let me swallow. Some of it started running out down my chin. The man didn't seem to mind, and kept his cock in my mouth until he finished shooting. I kept licking and sucking gently until he decided he was done and pulled out. "That was fuckin' great. Stay at the hole while you swallow and eat up what you spilled." This was new to me, but I swallowed the cum in my mouth, and used my fingers to scoop up as much of the rest as I could. It had been a little exhausting, and I was happy I could close my jaw again. The man left, and Rosie closed up the two panels when we didn't see another cock come through the hole immediately. "That was awesome. Paul is one of our bigger and younger customers, so if you can do him you can handle just about anyone. You'll get better at using your throat on the big cocks with more practice." "Thanks. How do you know his name?" "Frank and I compare notes. We usually don't learn their full names or where they live, but we recognize voices and get to know the regulars." "This goes on all the time?" A whole new world was opening up for me. "Just when the barber shop is open and the beauty parlor is closed. Saturday morning, Tuesday, and Thursday afternoon. We can't be too flagrant or the cops might shut us down. It's kind of an open secret in town already." I was silent, amazed at everything going on in the world without my knowledge, wondering what it all might mean for me. Rosie saw that I was thinking. "So how are you doing?" "I'm OK. It's good that Mr. Thompson trained me first, especially since that last cock was so much bigger and shot so much more cum in my mouth. But I liked it." "And you're fine that you don't know who the men are?" "Sure. I don't really see that much more of Mr. Thompson than his cock and belly when we're in the same room together, anyway. And I don't really think of him as Mr. Thompson when I'm sucking him—I just have this hard cock in my mouth and I need to make it feel better and better until it finally cums. So, it's not that much different with a stranger, anyway. "Are you ready to suck a few more cocks today?" "Sure, why not?" "Sometimes a new boy like you isn't ready to spend a full morning servicing one man right after another. Having men expecting to cum in your mouth just because they've paid for it. Even having other men watch and talk about you while you suck their cocks." I didn't understand. "Why is that a problem?" "Some kids feel used the first few times, and can feel bad about it." This didn't make sense. "But I AM being used. The men are using my mouth and throat as a different sort of pussy to get themselves off in, just like Mr. Thompson explained on our very first day. And you just said yourself that I'd get better at being `used' with more practice. It's what Mr. Thompson trained me for, and I want to be good at it. Being talked about or paid for it doesn't make it different for me." Rosie tilted her head a bit and looked at me with open eyes. She glanced at her watch. "It's about eleven now. You seem fine with this, and you're always responsible. Think you can handle the rest of the morning on your own?" "Sure." "Just be sure to get the money before you start sucking. I'll be back a bit before twelve when it's time to close. There shouldn't be any problems, the customers are really all sweethearts." Rosie left me by myself. Some time went on, maybe 15 minutes, and I had a chance to think about what I was doing here. It was exciting, and I really liked sucking men and pleasing them, and I also wanted to do a good job for Mr. Thompson and Rosie since they were always so good to me. But eventually my mind wandered and I just started thinking about school, friends and other stuff. Eventually there was a voice through the screen. "Hello?" "Yes?" "Um, you're the new boy?" "Yeah." "And you're over there alone?" "Yes." I wasn't sure where this was going. "It's my first day here sucking cocks after my training." "Good." I opened the panels. "That will be twenty dollars." This was a bit like running my lemonade stand, but the cost was much higher. And it was more fun! A hand came through and I took the money. "Can I look at you first?" the man said somewhat nervously. "Sure" I said. I could see some of the man's face through the upper hole, looking at my face and my little nude body. The man finally put his cock through the hole after that. He was fairly soft at first, but I worked on him until he started getting hard and I started sucking. I sucked, stroked, and licked like I had learned with Mr. Thompson. After a while he came in my mouth, just like the other three cocks I had already sucked that morning, and I swallowed. There really wasn't that much difference between sucking one cock and the next so far, but I still liked it. There were two more customers later that morning. I took their money and sucked their cocks, just as Rosie had told me to. A little later she came in and told me that it was time to close up. I gave her the final 60 dollars I had made, which seemed like an absolutely huge amount of money to me at the time. I realized that I had just thrown it in the corner, since I didn't have any clothes on. I saw she had actually taken my clothes with her when she had left, although I didn't understand yet that it was because she didn't want me hiding any of the money. But she gave my shirt and pants back to me and I got dressed. "You're really good at this. The customers love you, according to Frank. Would you like to come back and do it again next weekend? I could really, really use the help." "Oh yes! My parents still think that I'm going to the park in the mornings." "That's good. You have to make sure that they don't suspect what you're doing, at least not yet." Not in a million years, I thought. Rosie brought up the money again. I guess it was important to her. "You know, the money this brings in is so helpful for Frank and me. We really appreciate it. We can't pay you for what you're doing yet because it's against the law for a nine-year-old to work, but we could give you some money as an allowance. How does five dollars a week sound?" "That's great." I tried to hide my excitement. Five dollars would be as much as my allowance, and sucking cocks was much more fun that mowing lawns or that stupid lemonade stand. Rosie gave me a five-dollar bill from her purse. "OK, see you again next week, Timmy." One thought crossed my mind. "Do you think I'm a faggot, Rosie?" Her face became serious. "Why do you ask? Does the idea bother you?" "Well, one of those men used that word while he was watching me suck his friend's cock." Rosie smiled again. "Just relax and don't worry about it. Lots of boys are sucking cock at your age, for either older boys, men, or even their dads. It's perfectly fun and natural if you're one of those who like it, and you may grow out of it as you get older like most boys do." That cheered me up and I said goodbye to Rosie. She smiled at me again as I headed out the door to my bike.