+++If you remember your first haircut, then you are too young to stay and read this. If, however. you are over 18 then I invite you. You're next to sit in my chair and get taking care of.
Jake was in town, the county seat. He got Gramp's permission to use the old wreck cause the seeds were ready for pickup. As Jake stood before Gramps for inspection, he stood tall in his freshly washed overalls.
"You look clean, boy, but the shoulder of that there Bibbs is broken. That brass button done fell off and yur naked shoulder is exposed to the weather. Maybe you should wear yur ever day one."
"No hep Gramps, the button of them is busted too."
As he grabbed his wallet and such and prepared to get out of the door before Gramps had more to say, Jake's older brother, Lem, called down from the loft where he was sleep late as usual. "And git yur hair cut. You look lak a girl with all those cinnamon colored hair down yur neck and crost hur eyes."
Jake took a big sigh. His brother had been chiding him about his hair. Just last night they were pasted together to keep warm in the chilly winter air. The loft was as icy as the back of the refrigerator truck that came to pick up vegetables they grew. It always felt nice to sleep that way with his brother's round rump against his middle.
He parked the truck behind the feed store and decided to look around the town. It wasn't a city, but it did have two banks, a few restaurants, a movie house and down the street, a barber shop. That's were he headed. He hurried cause the wind was wiping round his body that was protected with only his denim overalls (no underwear) and that bare shoulder was covered with goose flesh.
He looked into the steamy window of the shop. Inside he saw the barber sitting on one of the chairs, reading a newspaper. He was the only person in the shop so Jake figured he could get shown right quick.
He pushed open the door and was greeted with warm, moist air and the smell of manly perfume. The barber got up off the chair. Jake immediately admired him. He was taller than Jake but thin and pale faced. He wore a fine waxed moustache. Had Jake known, he would have admired the care that the young barber lavished on that decoration.
The barber stood holding the protector sheet like a bullfighter, urging Jake to take a seat on the black leather chair.
"Once Jake was seated, the barber held out a soft, manicured hand to shake Jake's big smooth farm-calloused hand. The young barber almost swooned the sexy feeling that the shake produced.
"My name of Angelo. Yours?""
"Jake. Mighty pleased to meet you. You might be an Eye Talian 'cause of yur name. Am I right?"
Angelo smiled. He liked dumb boys, especially fresh faced, gorgeous bodied farm boys.
"Well I a true American, but my papa came here from Roma, Italy."
Moving close to Jake and speaking into his pretty ear, he said, "Do you like Italian fellas?"
"Oh sure 'nough. There are fine loving men."
"How do you want your hair cut?" He asked, puffing up the long hair and rubbing Jake's scalp affectionately."
Jake reacted like a dog being petted. "Wahl I kinda lak my hair 'n don't want to give up too much of it. My brother Lem is alus botherin' me 'bout gittin it shorn. I guess you know how best to do an' I'm put myself in yur hands."
Angelo nearly swooned from the word picture of the pretty kid being in his hands. "So your brother is concerned with how you look. Are you two close?"
"As close as new born kittens."
"I mean, do you do stuff together?"
Jake laughed. "It's hard to git Lem to do anythin' he's what Gramps and me call a show horse, not a work horse. Lem spends a lot of time workin' on his muscles with black weights with numbers on 'em. He sure has a body lak somethin' out of a magazine, but he don't use it, hsi body, that is, 'round the farm."
Angelo was still studying the boy's fine strawberry blond hair. He decided not to do anything radical, just get it off the kids eyes and reduce the shagginess in back, over his strong neck. He rubbed that neck a bit, friendly like. "I mean, sometimes brothers do real friendly and sort of make love with each other. You know what I mean?"
"Oh sure sir, I love my brother. Sometimes when his lady friend won't do sex with him, he comes home and asks me to help. I'm mighty pleased to be of service. Gramps taught me to be friendly and helpful with everbody."
He smiled his blinding farm boy smile. Angelo almost had to squint as the gleaming white teeth and full lips came into play. But he was getting a little breathless at the news that this incredible rube could be had if he worked his cards right.
"Say Jake, suppose I pulled the shades down and no one will disturb us and I can give you all my attention? And after the hair cut, I'll give you a nice relaxing shampoo?
Jake blushed with happiness. He was already fond of this handsome foreign-like fellow who talked so fine and mellow and he did like having stuff done on him. Gramps used to rub kerosine on his legs and shoulders when he got stiff from too much planting.
"Whoop!" Jake called out as the barber chair was inclined so far that his face was almost into the handsome barber's crotch.
Angelo began the process of thinning the thick, young hair. He enjoyed taking the sweet boy's chin and moving it this and that to get at the spots to clip. As he clipped away, Jake, who had been up real early that day to get in the milking before the trip to town, was sleepy and the clip, clip clip of the scissors was hypnotizing him. In a few moments, Angelo addressed a remark to the boy and then realized that he had fallen asleep. There was the regular sound of soft breathing. Angelo stopped his work and lifted the sheet carefully. There it was, as he knew it. All the young fellows get cock stiffs from his attention. But this rural rube was really built. The worn denim clearly showed the outline of a long prick extending down one overall leg. He couldn't help. He had to feel that protrusion. He reached out and slide he hand softly up and down. He sensed the location of the big head and gave that some attention. Suddenly he heard the boy's sleepy voice say, "Brother Lem. Let me sleep. I kin do what you want later."
Angelo quickly withdrew his hand and recovered the boy. The haircut proceeded on the sleeping boy's head until finished. Angelo held a mirror up and gently shook the boy using his bare shoulder as a good spot for his hand.
"You think I took enough off?"
Jake shook his head to clear it. "I 'pologize for sleepin' but you're so soft in yer touch that I plumb went to dreamland. Yes, that looks real fine."
"Good, Jake. Now please take off your shirt, we don't want to get it wet when I shampoo you."
"Oh my Mister. I ain't got a separate shirt. This here top is a part of the bottom."
"No problem, I'll just open the one strap left and you can wiggle the top down."
In a moment, Jake's splendid upper body was exposed to the lustful gaze of the barber. He had the muscles gained from hard work, but his skin was faultless and smooth and a beautiful color of pink and white. His small nipples were delicate pink. Angelo longed to touch them.
Angelo helped the boy out of the chair and unto a stool at the sink. He adjusted the water temperature to be just pleasantly warm. Jake kept his head down, ready for his shampoo. From that angle he could see Angelo's crotch and the big pyramid caused by his erect penis pushing the dress pants fabric. Jake wondered if he might see what was underneath, but at that moment, Angelo gently pushed his head down and water began to soak the boy's head.
Angelo applied a sweet smelling shampoo. The smell made Jake sexy. He remembered Uncle Ned, his handsome uncle who used to rub Jake's backside in affection. He used some men's perfume like this. He went into a hazy of remembrance, his lusty prick hardening in remembrance
Back and forth rubbed Angelo's loving hands. It was as it he was masturbating the boy via his cranium. Jake murmured in pleasure at the attention and one hand moved to his lap to tame his pulsing cock.
Angelo did not fail to notice the gesture. He grabbed a nice big soft towel lifted the boy into a seated position as he rubbed the hair dry. Then he took his electric dryer and in a few moments the hair was dry and back to its gleaming golden color.
"You look handsome, Jake, but I see you're having a little trouble down there. This is a full service barber shop. Do you want service on that?"
Jake was looking sleepy eyed. He always got that way when he was getting sexed up. He slurred, "That'd be so nice, but kin you git naked. I bin aching to see yer fine body and sexual organ?"
That wasn't what Angelo expected, but it was safe. The door was locked and the curtains were drawn. He took off shirt, kicked off his loafers and then removed his dark dress pants. He stood there in just his tighty-whities. Jake whistled in admiration.
"Mr. Angelo, you sure are a pretty sight. That nice smooth, tan skin n' that dark hair in the center of yer chest. May I touch it?"
"Sure." Angelo said, but he had to clear his throat three times to speak. He couldn't remember ever before being so affected by another person. This boy was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, but his thoughts shut down as Jake began exploring his chest. That rough farm boy hand rubbed over his dark nipple that jumped into erection. Jake giggled as he noticed it and gave it some more attention.
"Mr. Angelo, you are a fine looking man. May I slip off yer shorts and give some air to yer male organ?"
Angelo couldn't speak. He just nodded and gulped.
This was familiar territory to the farm boy. He had pleasured his brother many times and Lem also got goofy when Jake rubbed his chest. But especially when Jake made circles on his belly.
The underwear was pulled down by Jake's expert hands and the naturalized Italian prick jumped into freedom and stuck straight out and jumped with the pulse of the excited barber.
Jake put a warm hand on Angelo's belly, pleased with the soft hair that grew there. He began and pleasant soft rub, going in gradually wider circles, occasionally the heal of his hand rubbed by the base of the shaking cock and through the luxuriant pubic hair. Angelo eyes were closed. He tried to keep him cool,but the feelings of the boy's caresses made him go into a sex haze.
Suddenly the caresses stopped. Angelo opened his eyes and he was just about to whine a complaint that the good feelings stopped. Jake clapped his hands together. "I sure know jes' what you need...a milkin'. How long since you had yer milkin'?'
Angelo felt himself regressing to childhood, but he knew what the innocent farm boy meant. "I guess I've been busy. I haven't had a "milking" in several days."
Jake nodded wisely. "I know 'bout those things. A fella has to be milked or milk hisself regularly, else he can get stuffed up down there. I aim help you out, same as I do fer my brother. Now jes' stretch out on this barber chair that is lak a bed. Put rest yer weight on yer elbows and knees."
Angelo, to his own amazement complied. There was such an appealing promise of pleasure that the dumb kid offered that he had to try it. But when he was in that position, he realized that his ass was unprotected. That was one thing he was always careful about. He secretly knew that he had a very sensitive ass; an ass that wanted to be fucked, and that was why he protected it against invasion.
Jake let out a sigh of admiration. "That must be the finest rump I ever did see. Those halves, lak peaches n' the soft hair growing there."
"Please boy, do not talk about my ass. It gives me funny feelings. Get on with your "milking" shit."
"Oh yes sir. You see it hangs down jes' lak an utter. I am the best milker in the county." His hot breath whispered in Angelo's ear. "I won first first at the county fair last year."
He began his champion milking technique, at the same time he gave some attention to the man's full, hanging ball sac, by swinging it back and forth as he milked the "utter."
Angelo was mewling with helpless excitement. "Are you okay, Mr. Angelo?"
Angelo gulped and hiccupped. "Don't stop. I got razors nearby, I'll slice your neck if you stop."
Jake laughed out loud at the exaggerated words. He knew that it was all in jest, but he continued, sending the barber into a strange land of whirling emotion.
While Jake did the milking job his eyes caught sight of that lovely ass, the tight halves vibrating with the milking. He put out one hand and rubbed a cheek tenderly with his hot, rough hand.
Angelo's head lifted up. "No, no, no! Don't touch me there, I can't take it if anyone gives attention to my ass."
Jake laughed. "I jes' know you really lak it 'cause yer sexual organ is gettin' even stiffer and longer now. I can't help but notice yer openin' back here. It's so pretty with the ring of soft hair 'round it. I think I'll jes' see how it feels."
Angelo let out a strangled cry of fear as the farm boy's finger began a circular motion over the hair around the pucker hole. Angelo knew that the line had crossed, that he could no long guard his ass. If he was going to give it up, what better boy to give it to than this sweet, pure farm boy.
"Jake, I want you to put yer dick in my ass, but be careful, don't hurt me, I never had this before."
"Sure as shootin' Mr Angelo. My brother Lem alwus wants my sexual organ in his tunnel. He says I do a good job."
Jake's smooth fat sausage was stiff and thick, ready to do his duty for the nice barber who he kinda felt a little love for. He positioned himself behind the slim, fuzzy air and spread the barber's ass cheeks and put his weapon right at the hole. That hole just closed so tight it appear as if it never existed, but Jake had seen it. He did just what he did with a reluctant bossy to distract her. He swatted Angelo's ass with a resounding whack. Angelo cried out in pain and humiliation, but his ass hole opened wide to accept the head of the milk boy's cock.
Jake was now getting lost in electrical sexy feelings. He hoarsely said, "I'll jes' leave it here to soak a minute so you'll git aused to it."
"No, no, no pig farmer. Get with it. If you're going to fuck me, then do it!"
Jake, even in his sexed up feeling had to laugh out loud. "Sure thing friend, down the chute it comes, git ready."
He thrust his hips forward and his smooth cock slid in one motion. "Angelo grunted loudly at the intrusion, but as the boy began to rock his cock in and out, soon Angelo was moving with him. Though his mind was fogged, he knew enough to know that he was as happy as he ever was in his life and hoped that the fucking would last a week or more. His balls were riled up and his legs were getting weak as the orgasm feeling crept up to his thighs.
"Oh you fucking dope, you are getting my nut. I'm about to..."
Only strangling noises escaped his pretty mouth as he slide headlong into a crashing orgasm. Jake felt the whole ass track pulsing like a milking machine, bring him to his own strong cum.
"I'm goin' to deliver a quart and a half of cream today, it's 'bout to spew."
Angelo felt the hot milk hitting his insides as he reached the peak of his cum. He was drooling and howling like an animal as he was helpless in the grasp of ejaculation.
Jake delivered so much cum into the pulsing hole that when he withdrew, a lot leaked out, sliding between the barber's legs and joining the big puddle on the black leather of the barber chair.
Jake got up and reached for his Bibb Overalls. In a moment he was dressed, one shoulder still uncovered and he slipped into his work shoes that he had cleaned up special for his town trip.
The barber stayed crouched up, his ass moving back and forth as if he was still being fucked.
"How much is fer the haircut, friend?"
Angelo looked toward him dumbly. "I ought to pay you. Just get out of here and don't come back."
Jake was a little sorry that the barber didn't seem to like him now, but he walked slowly toward the door.
"Wait." Angelo called after him. "You can come back. Don't wait until you need a haircut."
End of story.