The Barber's Shop

By Steven Paul-Germané

Who would ever think that simple horseplay could turn into a hot forbidden love affair between consenting adults? Because of a busy schedule, I had to advert my usual Wednesday afternoon trip to the barbers shop to a Saturday morning visit to the barbers shop. Knowing how everyone seemed to get cuts on Saturdays, because of wanting to go out and party Saturday nights or for a fresh look for Sunday morning church service or because of work on Monday. I figured showing up early before everyone else got there, it would be my way of beating the crowd. Boy was I wrong. Not to mention that the barber, although his reputation for his cuts exceeded him well, he was also known as a womanizer and went through women like he changed underwear, daily. And he had also made a play for my younger sister at one time, knowing he was well over the age of 21.

I had my beef with Jay but I respected him as a barber and knew that although his personal life was his own and none of my business, he knew how to cut my hair. And regardless of what my personal thoughts were of him, we were still cordial to one another keeping business as business Until that fateful Saturday morning.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Nov 19, 2013
• ISBN: 9781491817063

Steven Paul-Germané

Steven Paul-Germané is from Los Angeles, California and was raised some in a small town in Oklahoma. He pursued a computer information systems business degree from the University of Arkansas. After years of being married, he divorced his wife Kimberly a few year ago and commutes from the Dallas, Texas area to Fayetteville, Arkansas where he continues to raise his son Kah’Vanti. He has written several books with seven of them published. This is his eighth book being published and the fifth in his Storm Series. Mr. Germané is also a talented singer and songwriter, although none of his music has been recorded. He eventually would love to have his songs recorded and his books turned into movies for the LGBTQ community. His books are diversified and stimulates your mind, body and soul and he hopes to inspire other writers, to expand on their controversial subjects and actions and express themselves through their writings. There are heroes in all of us and no matter what gender, sexuality, race, ethnicity or anything else that mainstream seems to denounce, we - as a people and as individuals - have a voice and whether that voice is on paper or in verbal sayings, we have a right to express ourselves and live free and love freely. There are no limits except the ones we place on ourselves and hopefully we realize that the sky is the limit to what we can do. And that is infinite. Endless.

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The Barber’s Shop

Steven Paul-Germané

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Contents

1. Sunday

2. Things to Cum

3. Guilty Pleasures

4. Crazy Stupid Stuff

5. Missing In Action

6. Pleasure before Business

7. Caught Up, Perspective!

8. Saying My Name

9. All the Man I Need

10. Fallout!

11. My Red Snapper

12. Temptation

13. Yielding Not Into Temptation

14. Loving Jay

15. Playing With Fire

16. Forgiveness

17. We Are One

18. On Fire

19. Anything for Love

20. Rebuilding Business

21. Can’t Get Enough

22. Funny Business

23. I.R.S (Incredible Red Snapper) Part I

24. I.R.S (Incredible Red Snapper) Part II

25. The Things We Do For Love

26. Closure

27. Reunited

28. Reunited—Flashback—What Went Down!

29. Reunited—Flashback—Finale

30. Compromising Position

31. Confrontation

32. Fighting

33. New Found Hope

34. Hurt So Good

35. Pizza, Wings and More—Part I

36. Pizza, Wings and More II

37. Beginning of the End

38. Making Up is Hard to Do

39. Mixed Emotions

40. Torn

41. Reconnecting

42. Brunch or Dinner

43. The Webs We Weave

44. Wining and Dining I

45. Wining and Dining II

46. The Window

47. Breakfast with Tre’

48. Drugs and Alcohol

49. Drugs and Alcohol II

50. For Every Action

51. There is a Consequence

52. Texts and Voicemails

53. Remorse

54. Defense Mode

55. Sparks

56. Standing My Ground

57. Impact

58. Truth

59. Toxic

60. Life Changing Events

61. A Sign

62. Payback Coming.

63. Hunger Unleashed

64. Cornered

65. Acts of Ignorance

66. Plan into Action!

67. Cold-blooded

68. Passions I

69. Passions II

70. Good Intentions

71. Hot In Here

72. Blame it on the Alcohol

73. Friction

74. Keeping Secrets

75. Good Dick

76. Disappearing Act

77. Disappearing Act II

78. Dogged Out

79. The Call

80. First Things First

81. All Good Things

82. Must Come To an End

Flash-forward:

About the Author

The Barber’s Shop

I usually got my hair cut once a week and always around the same time unless something came up that kept me from getting to The Barber’s Shop, such as business or family related matters. Never around lunch time because it seemed like everyone was there trying to get a 30 minute haircut while on break and never on a Tuesday morning because most barbers are closed on Mondays which meant those people who wanted to look good with a fresh cut would come early Tuesday because they knew if they got it cut on the weekends, the freshness wouldn’t last until Monday. So I always got mine cut, by calling ahead to see how many people were there so that my wait wouldn’t be long or always on Fridays because I knew that the majority of people would be trying to get to high school football games or go out. Just something I had observed and learned from my barber at the time.

However, I screwed up. It was Saturday morning and I was too busy to call ahead this past week so I figured I’d get to the shop early and wait for the barber to show up and I’d be the first one there and he’d have to cut me. Well it didn’t work that way because when he showed up and saw me, he told me he’d have to work me in because he had a 9 o’clock appointment and it was already 9:15a and then another one 9:30. I laughed as he unlocked the door to his shop and we continued to go back and forth. He knew me and I knew him well enough that I knew he wouldn’t throw me out because I tipped really good and besides, he was the only barber at the time who could cut my hair the way I liked it to be cut.

Dude, I kept at it, I’m here, and your appointment is running late. You’re running late.

I’m always late and my appointments know that, he threw back as he cleaned his clippers and prepared himself for the first cut.

I looked at Jay and laughed as I sat in the seat across from the barber’s chair and looked at him. His appointment arrived and Jay and I kept going at it. He tried to date my youngest sister and that’s how I met him, through her and after realizing my sister was 16 and he was 23, it didn’t go over well with my family whatsoever, but that was the type of brutha Jay was. He had gorgeous hazel eyes, nice smooth red complexion, ripped arms and bird legs unfortunately. I could tell he was working on getting a 6 pack because he constantly talked about the gym but he also constantly talked about fucking a different girl daily besides his wife with his counterparts. I couldn’t believe that such a great looking guy was wasting all that on some woman because, yes, unfortunately to hear him brag about his infidelities made me a little jealous that I wasn’t getting hit by him on the side. He went to work high and he left work high. That was just him and if a person didn’t like it, they could find another barber. He had his beer in the fridge and although, he’d never drink it in front of people in the can or the bottle, he’d nonetheless drink it out of a cup. He was always firing one up in the back room. He was the boss and his clientele were mostly the same type of thugs or womanizing men like him because every conversation I ever heard while waiting for a cut, he knew the brutha real well from partying with him. He had another barber working with him named T who was just that, tall, thick muscular build with dreds and pulled back into a ponytail, and dark as night, but pretty to look at because of his eyes also.

The place began to get a little packed and J kept badgering me in front of his clients due to the fact that he knew them all and partied with most of them, and he tried to put me on blast which I blasted back.

Pretty boy Steven, he started again after the room got a little silent. Niggah show’s up before I do wanting me to cut him first. He laughed. I sat there as he continued running his mouth. It was three haircuts later and two more in front of me because of appointments. I waited patiently. I bet you’ve never had to wait this long for anything with your pretty ass. He questioned.

Honestly, I let rip. No, I haven’t in fact, I’m sure I could have paid for everyone’s haircut and move to the front of the line but since you were being a little dick, I responded, I figured you’d probably still cut them first so I didn’t offer.

Aw man, I heard other guys saying. You can cut in front of me if you pay.

Nah, Jay stated. I’d still make him wait.

Just as I figured, I laughed out.

Dude, and I go back a ways, Jay confessed. I tried to hit his little sister, he bragged.

And you got gunned down, I spoke up. Besides, my sister was 16 and you were 23… I paused. That would make it dog ass nasty or rape on your count, I threw out. But then again, you’re probably fucking 13 year olds because of the way you talk. I added.

You know something Steven, Jay professed. You are a male bitch.

And you sir are a little dick bastard, I returned. All you do is grab your shit like you got something down there and there ain’t shit there except for nuts. Everyone in the room laughed and he was embarrassed as his red face turned flushed and his reaction on his face went from, I had you told to damn this Niggah didn’t go there. You little dick grabbing motherfucker, gotta pretend it’s big and probably don’t last 5 minutes. A fucking 5 minute man if that, I kept going.

I got your little dick, Jay threw back at me. And for that, you’ll be the last one I cut before I go to lunch. He didn’t quit, he kept talking shit as did I and he would get laughs from the few people left and I would too.

You know how brutha’s are. They called badgered him with the little dick grabbing motherfucker line for the rest of the time that I was there and they were there. I had even went as far as saying my little son’s dick was bigger than his and he had thrown my way that he could choke me with his big dick. I laughed. His partner T had even came from his room and started fucking with Jay about his ignorance and the fact that T liked me also was pretty cool because here were two fine ass different brutha’s that smoke dope, drank, smoked the hell out of some pussy by the way they talked and so fucking hard core that it was unbelievable that I was still in the shop instead of being kicked the fuck out.

Jay put the sign in the door letting the patrons know he was out to lunch and locked the door. Instead of him cutting my hair, he had me to wait on him for a few in the chair. He had put the barbers’ cape on me and I was sitting there waiting for him to come back. You don’t mind, do you, he said taking a drag of the joint he had just gone and gotten from T, who had already started smoking it.

You’re a grown man, I began. It’s your shop, do what you want. I insisted. It didn’t bother me because I knew what he was about so it was all good. He had a bottle of Corona with him. He offered me some and I told him I didn’t do that.

That figures, Jay laughed out. T had come and joined us and got in on the conversation.

You told little man, he had a little dick and the only thing you could use it as was a toothbrush, T mocked. Everybody was little to T because he stood 6’4 and weighed about 240 but was solid as fuck.

The way T made it sound, was crazy silly and laughable. I couldn’t help but laugh at it as the two of them got high and drank. T had a slow southern drawl so his words seemed to come out slow and dark and deep instead of just instant. But he was sexy as fuck. I honestly had fantasized about T before and because Jay had tried to talk to my sister, he was off limits. Unless of course he made the first move, then it would be on.

Aw, Jay exploded. You are a goody two shoes aren’t you, he wouldn’t give up.

I just don’t do shit like that, I commented.

I bet you suck dick, Jay stated out loud in front of T and I was embarrassed this time because it shocked me and I couldn’t say anything.

Ain’t that some shit, I heard T joke. Something to shut ole boy up, he plaused.

Speechless, I thought fast, Well that depends on if it’s a real man dick that I’m sucking or a boy’s dick and you fellas are boys so, guess what, I slid out. That means, I guess you won’t have to worry about me sucking your dicks. Give me something I can feel instead of teasing me.

Aw, T cornered. I knew you got down like that, he laughed. I had no comment.

I saw their faces and the way they looked at one another in between taking the joint and long drags because the room suddenly got silent. No one said anything they just looked at me, and at each other. I could only imagine what was going through their minds.

After a few more minutes of passing the joint around, T went back into the break room where the beers were and brought me out a Corona and twisted the top off for me and I drank it waiting for Jay to start cutting my hair instead of just combing it out and trying to figure out how much hair he needed to cut. T went back to the break room for good.

Jay started cutting my hair and started leaning his dick into my hand that was resting on the arm of the chair. I tried not to let him know that it was turning me on by closing my eyes and pretending this was not happening. Once he got hard, he leaned into my hand again and rubbed it against my knuckles again. He pressed hard into them and I just went ahead and let him without doing a thing. Then he walked around in front of me and outlined my goatee and mustache with his clippers and pressed his dick into my knee, still trying to get a reaction out of me.

You know you feel that, he whispered. Don’t play.

I didn’t open my eyes, but I could smell his breath and feel the heat of it on my face. I felt something but wasn’t sure if it was a pencil or a pocket knife, I teased.

Bitch you know you felt my dick on you, Jay insisted. It’s a pretty big toothbrush, he snidely chuckled under his breath. Me and ole boy should just take your faggot ass back to the back and fuck the shit out of you.

You couldn’t handle me, I threw back with my eyes open now looking him dead in the eyes. Have you ever had a blowjob from a guy, less more fuck one? I asked freely now and openly. I bet the moment I put my lips on your little dick you’d nut.

The tension between us had now become unbearable and the adrenalin rush was kicking in. It was crazy mad and he became very nervous as well as myself. He backed away from me and his dick went limp from the thought of what he was actually doing and it had just hit him hard in the face. He started cutting my hair and there was nothing but silence. The more he cut, the more excited I became from what had taken place.

Jay pulled his 8.5 inch dick out and I nervously bent over and put my lips against it and then slowly took it into my mouth and started sucking it, making it grow harder and harder, until it was dripping with my spit and within a matter of minutes he came into my mouth and I swallowed it. He put his dick back up, nervously shaking, and I leaned back into the chair acting as if nothing had happened. Jay was speechless because he couldn’t believe he just let me suck his dick and he came so quickly. We didn’t say a thing. The room was silent.

T had come back into the room because it was too quiet and he questioned us both and Jay started talking to him about bullshit, changing the subject. Man, Jay, he began. What the fuck happened, you two kiss and make up or something, he tempted. If he only knew I had just given his boy some head and swallowed his nut, he’d be shocked. It was a wonder we didn’t get caught as it was.

Bitch please, I said without thinking. He’s a boy, who got bested and he doesn’t know how to handle it.

T looked at his boy Jay and said, Did he just call me a bitch, he asked.

Yes, Jay acknowledged. He did.

I got your bitch, boy, T reassured grabbing his dick through his jeans.

I’m sorry, I let loose.

You damn right you sorry, T agreed. You just don’t know how sorry you are, he made sure I understood.

Jay stopped cutting my hair. Get the hell out of my chair, he insisted looking serious.

Are you serious, I questioned? You’re not through yet.

I am for right now, Jay released. You insulted me and my boy, bitch who the fuck you think you are motherfucker. He had to keep up the pretense I understood. I proceeded to get up and he pulled me back into the chair. I was just playing, Jay confessed.

I’m not playing, T spoke up. Let’s fuck this bitch, he said grabbing me up and pushing me into the break room.

Although T was 3 times bigger than me, Jay was about my height and weight in fact we could pass for brothers because that’s how much we looked alike as well as our eyes and body builds. Jay followed while T grabbed me and lifted me up and slammed me on the table. I tried to fight back but he was just too big. I couldn’t believe what was going on. T forced my head to his crotch and made me kiss his dick through his jeans while Jay, held my legs on the table. I couldn’t do anything. Hell I wanted it.

Don’t hit me, I gave in. Especially in my face. I begged. They both knew then that I was down and that they didn’t have to force me to do anything. I did what they wanted me to do.

I started sucking T’s big black cut 9.5 inch dick that had a hook like feature about it. I had him busting a nut in no time at all because the rush from everything that just happened was too much for him. Jay had my pants down and fingering my ass while I sucked him, spanking it from time to time spreading my hips apart so he could see my hole. Jay came quickly too with me draining his 8.5 inches cut dick for a second time. It was over in less than 10 minutes. All that for two blowjobs, I thought to myself. They helped me off the table and I got myself together and looked at both of them and laughed.

What’s so funny, T questioned my motives.

That’s it? I asked. Less than 5 minutes apiece. Wow you guys truly are boys, I laughed. Hell I’ve had boy’s that lasted longer than that. I boasted.

They both got mad at me and said it was nerves but the next time, it would definitely last longer. I was so disappointed. I went and got back into the barber’s chair and Jay came and finished cutting my hair. I was still horny and wanted more but played it off. Jay shook his head in disbelief about the current events. I could tell he was still rushing from nerves because he was shaking a little as he finished up. Although it was hot, it wasn’t the best I had.

I paid him and didn’t give him a tip. Where’s my tip, he asked.

I gave it to you already, I somberly replied. I swallowed your nut, twice. And I laughed.

He stood there shocked as I aimed for the door. Hey man, Jay informed. Come back in the morning and we can finish this alone. Trust me, I’m not a boy and that was nerves. He insisted.

Nah, man, I replied. Jay looked stunned. Church, I threw in. Jay looked relieved.

Oh… Ok, he let loose. Around 1pm I will be here waiting for you, he let me know.

I looked at him and there was no way in hell I was going to pass up this opportunity to see what this man was all about. If women were wanting to fuck with him all the time, then I wanted to know why and I would find out because I loved a challenge and it would be interesting to play this game for a while.

1

Sunday

Sunday seemed like it came to quickly, in fact, I had become so hot and bothered from what had happened earlier, I went home and fucked the shit out of my wife and then we went to dinner and then I fucked her again. She was happy and although when I closed my eyes, I thought about T’s big solid stocky ass and Jay’s pretty ass the whole time, she had no idea but she was definitely enjoying the passion that we shared. Of course we never really lacked anything when it came to our sex life because we had a great one. Hell, our sex was so great and we were having it all the time, that six weeks after she had our first child together she was pregnant again and within 9 months she was having another child. We had to slow our roll after that because I didn’t want any more kids. Two was enough. And trust me they were a handful.

After church, I ditched my wife and kids and decided to go to the barbershop. The one thing I liked about The Barber’s Shop was the parking was in the back and unless you pulled behind the back, you’d never know anyone was there. I had a big ass smile across my face when I saw Jay’s motorcycle behind the building as I pulled up. He was part of a bike club and it was hot to see him standing in the back of the door waiting for me. He held the door open for me and I walked into the building. We then walked into the front room where we could see the traffic driving by and he cracked the window shades so no one could see in. He had me sit in the barber’s chair again and he just looked at me and shook his head.

I’ve never did anything like that, he began. I was nervous as fuck, scared as fuck, didn’t know what to expect, he admitted.

And… I hesitated. What did you think about it? I asked.

Honestly, he started. It messed my head up last night. I couldn’t even fuck my wife.

I’m sorry, I answered back. It blew me away also. I admitted. You tried to date my sister man, I opened up.

Yeah, Jay gulped. I know, that’s what so crazy about it, dude, he added. I’m not gay, I’m not bisexual, and never once have I ever thought about getting with a dude. I talked about guys who were gay and shit. He confessed. Hell, the only gay people I knew or know are sissies, he admitted, and because people made fun of them or talked about them, I stayed away from them.

Dude, I started. I’m closeted bi and the only people who know about it, are the people I’ve slept with. If my wife had any idea I got down, she’d kill me. So, I keep my mouth shut and do what I need to keep her happy in and out of the bed.

But, Steven, Jay vented. She has to know, look at you man, you’re a pretty boy and…

I cut him off, and you’re a pretty boy too.

But my wife knows I’m a ho, Jay admitted.

So why is she still with you, I asked.

Hell, he spoke up. I don’t know, I guess because I convinced her that I changed after we got married and I’ve been trying to straighten up.

Well, I relinquished. I’m a pretty boy is right but my wife knew I was me when she met me and trust me, I don’t get down to often. In fact, I lied. I haven’t been with a guy in a while.

I’m confused now, Jay admitted. I don’t know what to do. I couldn’t make love to my wife last night and she asked me what was wrong and I told her nothing. What the fuck did you do to me, he questioned my intellect.

I didn’t do anything, I defended. You started this shit and I just put my money where my mouth was and…

Jay walked over towards me, you put your money where your mouth is, he wanted to know. I’m calling you out; I don’t think you can get me hard again. Yesterday was a fluke. Guys do nothing for me. He was a man and this manhood was in jeopardy.

Ok, I said. Maybe I should go. I got up out of the chair to leave the same way I came in.

No, he insisted. I need to know if you can get me hard again and all. I’ve been thinking about you since that shit happened. I need to know.

So, I said looking him in his hazel eyes. What do you want me to do?

Kiss me, he said. No, don’t kiss me. I could see it in his eyes he was scared to death of what might happen if we kissed. Touch me, he chided.

Dude, I’m leaving. I couldn’t do this. He was confused and I wasn’t about to add to his confusion. I started walking to the back door and he caught up with me and turned me around after grabbing my arm.

Just put it in your mouth again, he pleaded unzipping his pants and exposing his limp dick to me. I didn’t want to but I couldn’t resist seeing that pretty reddish dick hanging there and I dropped to my knees and slowly took the tip of it into my mouth, twirling my tongue around the head of it as I worked more and more of his dick into my mouth and throat, holding it deep inside me until it was rock hard. I released it and started sucking his clean shaved balls running my tongue over them one at a time and then taking each ball into my mouth separately and then both of them together. I worked my tongue back along the vein that was bulging through the skin of his 8.5 inches until I had the head back into my mouth. I pursed my lips as to whistle and blew cool air over the tip of his wet dick and then sucked him down like a vacuum into my mouth and throat again. I did this several times allowing him to lose his breath. He couldn’t support himself anymore and leaned against the table and then lying back on to the table with his legs swinging off of it. I sucked him as I pulled his pants below his knees and then I worked my tongue and lips over his semi-hairy thighs and inner thighs spreading his legs a little so that I could work my tongue underneath his balls trying to get to his asshole and taste that. He threw his legs up over my head and shoulders trapping me between his pants and thighs. I buried my tongue deep into his ass and he started moaning and groaning as I teased his hole working my tongue to his balls, mouth to his dick, tongue and mouth to his balls and tongue to his asshole again. He was having convulsions and grabbed my head and mouth and held it over his dick as he shot a hot load of cum down my throat.

After feeding me his load, he just lay there breathless and smiling and not believing that I made him nut so hard he felt like he was going to blow my brains out as he started shooting it. He couldn’t move because he said he was too weak to get up. I didn’t put his dick up. It just lay there limp on his semi naked body with a dribble of cum oozing out of the piss slot. I leaned over and gobbled it up again and started sucking him again, making his dick hard again. He was sensitive but enjoying it.

Do you get fucked, I heard him ask.

Yeah, man, I do, I answered.

I’ve always wanted to know how it felt to fuck someone in the ass, my wife won’t let me and none of the girls I’ve been with will let me, Jay admitted. How does it feel?

I looked at him, Seriously, I wanted to know if he was real. I raised my head up and stopped sucking him and looked him in the eye.

He had risen up also and was looking me dead in the eyes. I’m serious, Jay convinced me. I’m curious.

I like getting fucked, I answered. If you know what you’re doing, it will feel good, but if you don’t, it will hurt like hell.

Can I fuck you, Jay asked? He took slipped his pants completely off and his shirt too. I saw his gorgeous red caramel body and lost it after seeing how perfect he was with his abs coming along nicely from working out and his arms and chest flawless. The only thing missing were thick muscular legs but he had a pretty ass and he knew it. There was no V-shape abdomen but hell it was real and that was all that mattered to me.

I surrendered to him, yeah man, you can fuck me. He slipped my pants off of me and slipped my shirt off over my head. He bent me over the table and used some lotion that was in the room as lube. He didn’t touch my body at first but his dick was so hard from excitement that he had no problem thrusting it deep into my ass hole like a hungry dog getting something to eat for the first time. I pushed him off me because the pain from his quick entrance sent a chill through me.

What’s wrong, he asked?

Dude you can’t just run up in it like that. I’m not a woman and assholes are very delicate, I told him. You have to work your way in it, I said after the initial surprise from him just ramming it in me. Besides, I haven’t been fucked in a while. Let me guide you in and let me control it.

I had him to push the head of his dick into my hole and I slowly backed my ass up onto it until it was all the way in. It was tight and he liked the way it seemed to snap back on him. He called my man hole the Red Snapper after that and after he got the hang of it, he started slamming his dick into my tight hole like he was fucking a bitch’s pussy. He grabbed me by my hips and rammed his dick all the way in my guts and then threw one of my legs on the table grabbing me by the shoulder and started fucking me like an animal thrusting deep inside. My snapper was working his dick like it was pulling a suction cup. He was loving it and I was loving the fact that I was his first and that I was making him fall in love with my Red Snapper and he didn’t could have it any time he saw me or wanted it. He pumped me harder and harder until he got ready to cum. Then he stopped before he nutted and put me on my knees on top of the table and crawled up on the table behind me and fucked me doggy style. He never kissed my lips but he definitely started kissing my back and my neck and biting my arms and legs. He fucked me long and hard and deep and just as he roared out and told me he was cumming, T came through the back door and caught us on the table.

What the fuck! T demanded to know. Is going on?

Jay and I couldn’t say a thing or do a thing, cause he just nutted deep into my guts and we were stuck there naked, sweating and panting like dogs with T’s mouth dropping open in shock.

2

Things to Cum

Don’t’ move, T demanded as he closed and locked the door behind him. What the fuck! He saw our faces as he came through the door and he saw the surprise look that were on them. Jay’s dick was still shooting cum in me and my ass was still snapping and pulsating on his dick pulling his last drop out of me. Jay and I were both caught off guard. Jay tried to pull out of me but my ass muscles were refusing to let him go although I was in shock. He saw Jay trying to move away. I said, don’t move, T demanded again. T walked up to us there on the table looking disgusted at what he had just walked upon and then looked at me and then at Jay. He was taking the whole scene in and suddenly he started stripping out of his clothes too. That 6’4 solid ass brutha told me to suck his dick and I looked at Jay. I said suck my dick, he repeated. We had done it yesterday some but today was different. Jay nodded for me to go ahead.

I was still on my hands and knees on the table with my ass up in the air and started sucking T’s limp 9.5 inch dick. The more I sucked the harder he became. Jay had moved away from me but rested on hands leaning back on the table while sitting on it. The table itself was a pool table that had an actual table top covering so that when not being used as a pool table, you could use it for other things, such as fucking. I watched Jay from the corner of my eye so that I could see what he was thinking or trying to do. He just watched as I serviced T.

I want the same service you gave Jay, T spoke out. Suck my balls bitch! You know you liked it yesterday. He threw in. I told you, I knew you were down, he added into the mix. I should have torn that high yellow ass up yesterday, he mentioned. You going to fuck my pardna but not me. It doesn’t work that way, he continued his ranting.

I could see Jay was getting hard again as T forcefully fucked my mouth and throat grabbing me by the ears with both hands and then my head and holding me down on his massive thick dick. I was gagging and trying to throw up from all that dick diving into my throat and him holding me down on it. I tried to lay on my stomach on the table but T insisted that I stayed on my knees up in that doggy position spanking my ass when I would try to collapse on the table. By now Jay was hard as fuck again from the way T was talking and the fact that T was dominating me, made Jay even more turned on. My ass was dripping Jay’s cum juice onto the table and T saw the wet spot underneath me.

My boy fed that round eye some protein I see, T said still shoving his dick down my throat. Get back in it Jay, He demanded. Get back in that ass because when I get through with it, he won’t have nothing left of that hole. So you better get it while you can feel the insides of his walls. T said convincingly. Jay got back behind me and used his juice to slide his hard dick into my ass.

I was leaned over, on all fours sucking T’s dick and having Jay’s dick in my ass and Jay was fucking the hell out of me again while looking at T fuck my mouth and me watching T. I was groaning and moaning hard and then T pushed Jay off me and picked me up and carried me into the barber’s room where he cuts hair. Jay followed pissed that T would just stop him from fucking me especially since Jay had gotten on a roll being buried in my ass again. I guess all that moaning and groaning and pains of ecstasy was too much for T and he wanted to know what was so good. T only had on his Timberland boots and told Joe to sit in the chair and then after putting me down he had me to sit on Jay’s dick facing away from him so that he could continue to fuck my mouth. T made Jay recline the barber’s chair so that I could take his dick all the way. Up down, up down, sitting on it hard, harder, deep deeper, up down, up down, smashing it into my walls with the balls trying to get inside my hole too. I kept lifting my ass up and down and then T couldn’t handle it and told Jay to switch places with him. Jay did.

T reclined in the barber’s chair and had to me face him as he slowly lifted my ass over his dick and then slowly had me to descend onto it, making my hole bigger than it already was from having Jay in it. He then forced it up into me because I guess I was moving to slow for him and it split my ass as the pain jolted through my body. He had Jay to pull up a couple of chairs and stand over him so that he could get his dick sucked by me while T was buried deep inside my ass. T didn’t cut any slack. Anytime I tried to pull up off his dick, he’d ram it deep and hard into my ass making me cry out in pain but pleasure. He was very forceful and very dominant. He fucked me harder and harder with each thrust diving deeper and deeper. I had an anal orgasm for him and he bragged about it which caused Jay to be pissed that he wasn’t able to give me one earlier and in fact he had no idea that guys could cum out of their ass like that. It made both of them hotter and T continued his reign of terror on my ass.

After fucking me for about twenty minutes with me riding T in the chair, T had me to get on my knees in the chair and arch my back and push my ass out to him while I continued to try and service Jay’s dick with my mouth at the same time. Every time T hit my g-spot, I cried out, "Owwww, mmmmm, dayummm, don’t stop, fucccccckkkk, oooooooo, shiittttt," it was something different with each thrust and I couldn’t help it and it just made Jay fuck my mouth harder and harder. Suddenly Jay kissed me without thinking and that was it. The kiss that made me throw my ass back so hard onto T’s dick that T almost nutted and pulled out because I had locked my red snapper down on his big thick masculine dick that he felt it snapping at it and he couldn’t move.

T spanked my ass. Stop doing that, he cried out. You’re making your ass milk me, T insisted. You’re going to pull this nut out of me.

Jay couldn’t resist saying, He got some good ass don’t he, after he stopped kissing me. But that kiss sealed the deal with me as far as I was concerned with Jay. I could tell that he and I would be an item on the low for quite a while.

There you go again, T chimed in. Stop milking me, he said again. Your ass is too good to nut in just yet. Man it’s better than the pussy I been fucking, he bragged. I can see why I saw Jay all up in you when I walked in ago. T couldn’t really say things the right way but you could figure it out.

I stopped moving and just let his hard dick lay inside my guts. I swear his dick had to be hitting my liver and kidneys because it felt like I was pissing again but it was just me spilling hot anal juice all over his dick. Jay had begun kissing me again and I was enjoying having his pink lips against mine and his tongue buried down my throat.

Let me in that ass, T Jay insisted. I felt T’s hard dick pulling out of me like it was a rope and then hearing it slap against my thigh as he completely fell out of my opened hole. He and Jay switched places. Jay slid his dick into my hole without any problems and started fucking me through all that wetness of sticky juice. Man it’s so wet, Jay implied.

I had T’s dick back into my mouth going from ball to ball to both balls, then to head to base of the dick with my tongue and lips, using my saliva as well as T’s saliva to suck on it. When I licked between T’s balls and ass when he raised his leg up to support it some, he literally fell back because it caught him off guard from feeling so damn good. Jay continued the torture of my ass by pushing deep into my anal cavity making sure that he was going to be the one running up in me not, T and that he was the boss. I liked Jay and always had but because he was off limits because of the sister thing, I never even approached him like that. There were a few times before that when he was cutting my hair he’d lean his dick into my knee or hand or elbow, but nothing ever came of it, because he seemed to get into everyone’s personal space at times while cutting hair. Although I have to admit that I never seen him get close enough to other guys the way he did with me. And he always wore his long barber’s jacket when he cut my hair and kept it tied up, but with other guys he wore the short one and left it unzipped or untied. Wow, it was all coming clear. Jay was curious and he wanted to find out but wouldn’t do it with someone he couldn’t trust or someone he didn’t know. It made sense now. It was only a matter of time.

Jay found my spot and hit it and when he hit it, I cried out for him the same way I had for T. Oooooh, ahhhh, ummmmm, dayummmmmm, don’t stop, don’t stop, please don’t ever stop. T slapped me with his dick across my face. T’s dick was like Castro’s big fat curved dick and it was fucking awesome to have it buried in me. I had the barber’s chair soaking wet and you could hear the slurpy sound that my ass was making when Jay fucked it. Jay had already given me two loads of cum, so I knew it would take a while for him to cum again and T, he was just an animal and yesterday had been a fluke with him to nut so quickly. But I could take some dick and I was taking both of theirs. Jay got what he wanted, he found my spot and it was driving him crazy because it was so sticky and wet. And although T had been in me, my ass was still tight and that made him become more and more excited. Unlike pussy, my ass didn’t get that loose to the point of not being able to feel anything in it.

T made Jay switch places with him but this time, T had me to lie on my back on the chair and he made Jay hold my feet while he re-entered my red snapper. God damn dude, T started. You just took my dick and Jay’s dick, and your ass is tight again, he quipped. Open that hole up for me man, he expressed. Push that hole out, open that bitch up, and come to daddy man. Take this dick man, he released as the head slid into my wet hole. I’mma beat that hole up real good for you, man. He kept going. I had Jay’s tongue down my throat again and I loved the fact that he was a great kisser and he was kissing me. I loved the fact that the more Jay kissed me, the hotter I became and the more I threw my ass onto T’s big dick that was now demeaning my hole with hard deep long thrusts. T would ram into me hard then hold it in me with his balls resting on my ass cheeks, then pull out, then do the same thing again. The he started beating it and hitting my hole harder and harder and harder and all you could hear was his nuts spanking my ass and suction sounds from my ass taking his dick and making him realize that he was getting fucked by an ass instead of the ass getting fucked by the dick.

Jay had put his balls over my lips and I was trying to eat his ass but it was hard to do with him holding my feet over my head. At times he’d pull my feet to his shoulders causing me to be almost on my head in the chair allowing T to hit bottom which would drive T crazy because he couldn’t go any further and also because he loved the way I was moaning and groaning when he pressed his entire body weight on me through his dick as if he was tearing down a wall or trying to push the wall down. He made me cum out of my ass again and I started cumming out of my dick as well. Jay saw the clear liquid gushing out of my dick and he let one of my feet go which caused my leg to fall onto T’s chest and shoulder which allowed T to control my ass a little more and to shift him somewhat into another position. Jay ran his fingers through the sticky orgasmic juice and ran it across my lips and the he tasted it, letting the other foot fall upon T’s chest and shoulders. Jay got more and more of my juice with his fingers and fed it to me and to him. I was looking in Jay’s eyes. I could tell he wanted to suck my dick but he didn’t want to do it in front of T because he was a man and he didn’t want him to see it. The fact that he kissed me was hell enough I’m sure because T didn’t kiss me; he just wanted either my mouth on him or his dick in me. I didn’t care because that’s all I wanted from him, his dick.

Jay wanted to get in my ass now so he told T to switch with him and they switched once again and T held my feet to his chest while Jay entered my loose hole. I had no problems at all taking Jay’s dick this time because T made sure that he moved side to side and up and down, he tried to stir it like a pot of soup with all his rotating and all those deep thrusting that caused me to nut several times all over his stomach and my stomach. Jay hit my spot again. It was almost as if there was a competition going on between the two of them and I loved it I have to admit but I knew eventually it would have to come to an end.

After a bit, T let my feet go and told Jay, he needed to bust his nut and he wanted to bust it in my guts. Yo man, T sounded off. I need to cum, I can’t hold it anymore. My nuts about to explode. Let me in them guts man. He came back around to my ass and told me to turn over onto my stomach. Jay pulled out and walked back towards my head and put his dick back into my mouth. After a few powerful slams T started shaking and yelling, Awww shit, baby, awww shit god damn, bruh, I’m about to fucking cum, dude I’m fucking cumming, I’m cumming, he repeated. His big ass dick was being milked by me. Stop, T insisted, Dude stop, you’re making it real sensitive. Don’t fucking move! he demanded spanking my ass. He pissed cum into my ass.

This made Jay hot and as soon as T’s dick went limp, Jay took his place but had me to lay on my back so that I could see his face as he cummed in me with T holding my feet to his shoulders and T’s dick still dripping cum, hanging over my face and touching my lips and me sucking his flaccid dick as Jay began to release his juices deep into my guts also.

Jay moaned and groaned and then looked me dead in the eyes as his eyes rolled back into his head and I heard him say, God damn it, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m fucking cummmmmmminnnnnn in your fucking hole. He started shaking and trembling like he was having spasms. He couldn’t hold himself up any longer and collapsed on top of me with T releasing my legs and them clamping down around Jay’s waist.

The three of us, just lay there or sat there. T had collapsed into one of the chairs Jay had brought in earlier and Jay was on top of me. We didn’t say anything for a few minutes. Then we all got up and cleaned ourselves up some. The barber’s chair had cum and orgasmic juice everywhere and the floor beneath us was sticky and wet from all the orgasms they had given me. We all walked back into the break room and we saw the mess there on the table as well.

Dayummmm, Jay started. That was a first, he admitted.

T agreed. Dude, I’m used to fucking, not used to getting fucked, he commended. You are dangerous man, he laughed. That ass snapped on me and wouldn’t let me go. You milked my dick dry. I’m done for the next couple of days, he joked.

I couldn’t say anything except for, That’s why it’s called the Red Snapper, I laughed out.

I see, T smiled.

Jay was still very much exhausted and out of breath and taking it all in. I impressed. He started. I had no idea.

And… T reminded. Don’t go getting no strange ideas, he released. We ain’t gay and this was a freak thing that happened and it’s between the three of us. He demanded discretion and we all agreed.

What did you come to the shop for, Jay asked looking at T.

I don’t remember now, T said as he headed towards the back door to leave. Hell I don’t know, he said again. He sighed in memory loss. I’m glad I came otherwise, I would have missed out on this. He laughed. Remember this is our secret and don’t go telling nobody because I ain’t gay. Besides we all have a lot to lose if this gets out. He opened the door and then left out closing it behind him.

Jay and I looked at him pulling off and we leaned up against the table and he just shook his head in disbelief but relief also. I leaned in to kiss him but he put his hand up to stop me. I walked away from him towards the door. It’s not you man, he stated. A lot went down today, and I know I kissed you, but…

I put my hand up to stop him, no explanation needed. I said. I walked out of the door feeling a little stunned and hurt but realized, I didn’t need to press it and figured when he’s ready, it will happen and it would.

3

Guilty Pleasures

After I had left Jay that Sunday, I could tell he felt a little guilty by what had happened. I knew it the moment I leaned in for a kiss and he brushed me off. I figured I’d let it all soak in concerning him and leave it alone. I figured if I stayed away from him for a few weeks that that would be enough time for him to have accepted what went down and get over it. However, the only problem I had with the whole idea of it was that my hair grew pretty quickly and by the time I saw him, it would be rather long and I didn’t like having my hair looking like a mess. I thought it was rather funny that a man like Jay could cheat on his wife with other women and never hesitate about fucking another bitch but when it came to a man, it was the end of his manhood. He no longer was a man; he was a fag, faggot, and homosexual, whatever the new terminology was for a man who kicked it with other men. He had remorse but also knew he enjoyed it. I wondered if most men, felt like that.

I honestly did, the first time I fucked around with a guy after being married. But after the second time, because all those memories of high school and some college days had rushing back, I had no second thoughts about it and said fuck it, if it happened then it happened. However, I didn’t go looking for anything, it always seemed to just fall into my ass should I say and I wasn’t about to pass up an opportunity to get dicked down or to dick down any hot guy that wanted to play secretly. Now on the other hand, I was pretty selective and made sure that I only fucked around with bi guys who had girlfriends or married men because I looked at it like T looked at it, we couldn’t put our shit in the streets because we had a helluva lot to lose and I for one wasn’t about to give up a nice decent home and a Mercedes for a piece of tattletale dick. Fuck that shit.

A couple of weeks had passed and I decided to go get my hair cut thinking that by now, it would be ok. As soon as I pulled up, late Wednesday evening, not my usual schedule because I had to be in Little Rock the next day, I saw Jay put the closed sign in the window. I walked in and he smiled looking me dead in the eyes.

Where you been stranger, he asked.

Around, I answered.

T was finishing up a customer and he greeted me which was astonishing because I figured if anyone would blow me the fuck off it would be him. What’s up homie, he asked all studdly and shit. He actually came up to me and shook my hand throwing me completely off. I was just asking Jay about you, he continued.

Oh yeah, I said surprised. Hopefully it was all good, I small talked.

Yeah, T responded looking at me suspiciously and curiously. It was all good. He finished up his customer and started cleaning up his area while staring at me, giving me the eye.

Can you cut me, I asked Jay, taking a seat in his empty barber’s chair.

Nah, Jay replied. You haven’t been in here for a couple of weeks and I figured you found a new barber. He added.

I thought it was rather funny that he’d say that because in all honesty, the way we left each other a couple of weeks ago, I figured he didn’t want anything to do with me and that he regretted ever fucking me. What the fuck happened during the last two weeks that made him seem like it was all on me. Did I do something wrong, I asked.

Yeah, you did, Jay teased. You haven’t been here in a couple of weeks and I missed your fat tips. He laughed.

I saw T listening from his barber’s room while sweeping up the hair off the floor. Is that a good thing, I asked.

Yeah, Jay joked. I need a fat tip again, he continued. There was no one else in the shop because it was after 7pm except for me, Jay and T. The last person just left out of Jay’s chair and had paid him when T stopped me. Jay was actually cleaning his area up as well. Are you going to give me a fat tip, he asked.

Well that depends on the tip, I replied. What type of tip do you want, I questioned.

You know, Jay said. Man it’s been a long day and I’m ready to go home and shit. He saw T standing in the doorway of his room which was adjoining to Jay’s room and the only thing that would make the rooms private was a door between the two which locked. T was smiling and I knew what they had in mind.

I sighed and took a deep breath. Ah hah. I released.

Dude, T started, You didn’t tell anybody about what happened did you?

"I’m not stupid,