Something For The Weekend?

My morning glory greeted me again with its familiar, throbbing urgency as I attained consciousness one glorious Tuesday morning. Mindlessly pumping my cock furiously in an attempt to give myself some relief was my first instinct, as usual.

I judiciously set about my regular vigorous masturbatory session.

It quickly became apparent that I would need to employ the tactic of concentrating on a past erotic memory in order to produce a positive result. This was indeed the approach that I successfully employed. In no time at all the recollection of having my cock sucked by grandad’s best friend had me whipping back my duvet just in time to witness a quite excessive spurt liberally covering my hairless chest.

After I had wiped the condensation from the mirror, following my usual quick shower, I gazed at my reflection in the mirror. My reflection’s honest appraisal of my appearance agreed my own inner feelings. I looked pretty scruffy. What I needed was a haircut to smarten myself up a bit.

I had noticed on many occasions a local hairdresser’s shop just around the corner from where I currently resided. I had nothing much to do this fine Tuesday morning, so I went along to get myself a trim.

The place was deserted, so waiting wasn’t called for. I was immediately ushered into a vacant chair and was set about with a water spray.

It appeared I was being treated to a Men’s Dry Cut. What the water signified I do not know. I was in an Asian men’s hair salon, so I decided to give myself up to the experience — when in Rome, and all that.

The Anadolu yakası travesti young man who was ministering to my needs was wearing one of these gown thingies, and a little cap.

It appeared to me that he was getting some sort of pleasure by periodically, gently rubbing his groin against my upper arm every so often when clipping my hair. I didn’t mind this at all. In fact, I intended to take things a step further. “Never look a gift horse in the mouth” being a motto I attempted to live rigorously by on a daily basis.

When my new young friend once again gently pressured me with his parts, I gently but firmly took hold of his cock with my other hand, gripping him gently but firmly through the thin material of his gown. Two things started to happen quite quickly.

Firstly, the handful in my delicate grasp was slowly getting harder and growing in size. Secondly, he pulled away, and ran to close the shutters and lock the door.

Returning to the spot in front of me where I had been handling him previously, he stood motionless looking down. He wouldn’t meet my gaze.

I took this to be shyness and proceeded to take the lead. After allowing enough time for him to realize I too was aware of the slight stain and huge bulge in the front of his gown, I bent and slowly lifted it up and over his head. This action revealed to me not only a quite magnificent athletic body, but most of all a massive hairy cock.

I put my hand around his waist and maneuvered him onto my knee. Unlike me, my new friend didn’t Anadolu yakası travestileri have a foreskin I could play with. I wasn’t too sure how to prevent him from ejaculating too prematurely. I gently squeezed his enormous prick whilst slowly rubbing up and down his shaft. Alas, this produced spasms and copious spurts of pure white semen shooting across the shop. This was followed by heart rending apologies which with great effort I was able to allay.

I sat my charge down in my seat. As gracefully as I could, I managed to kneel and take his big dick in my mouth. 30 seconds or so of coaxing with my tongue and big boy was rock hard once again. This time he lasted a good 5 minutes, or more. I employed my best techniques, licking up and down his shaft, then sucking, squeezing his balls. When he did come I had the good grace to swallow it all.

I slowly stood to my feet assuming the show was over. In giving my host quick relief and a memory to recount when needed, I thought it best to leave gracefully. He still wouldn’t meet my gaze. To my utter surprise Imran, my barber, stepped forward grasping at my crotch.

I realized Imran wanted to return the favor. Unleashing my cock, which wasn’t as sizable as Imran’s, he proceeded to gently masturbate me. Even though I was thoroughly erect, and I thoroughly enjoyed the feel of Imran’s vice-like grip on my dong, I knew we were going nowhere fast.

Grasping Imran’s hand I started to increase the speed from gentle strokes to absolutely manic pounding. Shutting my eyes Travesti abadolu yakası tightly, I was able to recall the scenario that had proved fruitful during my morning thrash. I slowly built to a climax as I could feel the sensation, through my mind’s eye, of granddad’s best friend giving me head. Imran seemed pleased even though I had just copiously sprayed semen all over his mirror.

Imran was ready for action once again. I decided to give him a taste of what he had been missing.

I slipped a condom onto Imran — never leave home without one (I always carry one in my wallet — you never know?). I smothered his cock with hair gel (no lube). I also used the hair gel to lube my back passage. I assumed the position, leaning on the sink with my trousers around my ankles.

Imran didn’t need an invitation. He instinctively knew what was expected of him.

The gentle nature of Imran showed itself as he tentatively prodded me with his erect penis. I wanted turn around and hug him. He gently applied pressure until he was all the way in. He stayed that way for a good 30 seconds. It was as if he was unsure what to do next.

I needn’t have worried. He slowly started to increase his thrusts. My shouts of encouragement spurred him on to increase his pace. He was making a lot of noise amongst the almost primeval grunts as he built towards his final discharge. When it came, Imran was spent. His pounding came to a stuttering halt with three final staccato thrusts which emptied him completely.

When it was all over my new friend felt the need to close up the shop and pray to Allah for guidance.

What I didn’t get was a haircut that day.

As I donned my jacket and swiftly left the shop, I couldn’t help imparting some neighborly wisdom to my new friend. I don’t know how seriously he took my advice to find somebody to suck his dick and let them fuck them as often as possible.