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My Sexual Adventures: Seducing My Hair Stylist

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My Sexual Adventures: Seducing My Hair StylistWhen I was younger I had a crush on the guy that cut my hair. He was in his thirties, was short at only about 5’6, and was athletically slim. He had very dark hair that was cut short and always immaculately styled, a nice thick mustache and a permanent five-O-clock shadow. An olive complexion along with his last name led me to believe that he was of Italian decent. His shirts were always open at the collar which allowed a copious amount of chest hair to be visible, and he always wore tight, stretchy dress slacks that made his soft package, while not huge, definitely noticeable. About the time I entered HS and found that I was attracted to men as well as women, I became fascinated with his package which was right at arm level when I was getting my hair cut. I started to make sure that the back of my hand and arms were in constant contact with his crotch anytime he was beside me in close. His cock would grow. The first few times he would excuse himself on the pretext that he had to get another pair if shears, but eventually he realized I was doing it on purpose and would press his cock against my hand. We would continue to bahis siteleri talk about the mundane events of life.This situation continued once a month until just after I graduated HS. At this point in time I had quite a bit of experience seducing both guys and gals, and the confidence of late adolescence/early adulthood. The last time I went to him for a trim we were alone in his shop and I went for it. I reached out an started to tug at his zipper. At first he tried to stop me by grabbing my hand, but I looked up at him and just said “Please”. He relented, released my hand, and move back in close to me. I continued pulling down his zipper pushed my hand in the fly of his tight slacks and with an effort( thank god for the long zippers on dress slack) pulled his cock and balls out into the open. Finally, I got a chance to gaze upon the object of many a jerk session. His cock was only just over five inches but was very thick, uncut (the first I had ever touched), and had a network of large veins. Even rock hard and throbbing, his foreskin only allowed a small portion of the head and piss slit to be visible. He also had big nuts and in a long, loose sack that was bets10 güvenilirmi covered in thick nearly black hair.His bush was so thick it completely enveloped the base of his cock. My removing his package from his slacks was accompanied by the release of the strong spicy scent of man sweat, and balls that even then I found intoxicating. Breathing deeply, I eagerly started sliding his foreskin back and forth over his shiny wet head and shaft. After about 15 minutes of me slowly stroking him, he said his first words. He said “faster”, so i increased the speed of my stroke and the strength of my grip. After only and additional 20-30 seconds he he let out a deep groan, thrust his hips towards me and shot a massive load of cum all over the apron covering me. As rope after rope of cum shot out, he managed to land a shot on my lips, so I also got to taste the essence of the man of my dreams (up to this point in time at least). I slowed my stroking, he stopped thrusting in my had and we paused to get our breath.I wanted to blow him and started to lean forward in the chair to engulf his deflating penis, but he pushed my head away and said it was too mobilbahis risky because his shop had a huge storefront window and we would be seen (note: while I was jerking him he had his back to the window so couldn’t be seen.He handed me a warm washrag to clean my face and he used one to clean the head of his cock and shaft. He then returned his still semi hard, thick cock, and big nuts to his slacks and zipped up. He had just removed the cum splattered apron when his next customer, a very old man that I had seen in the shop several times over the years, entered the shop. When the old gent came in he started sniffing; he must have smelt the manly odors of M’s sweaty package and cum that had permeated the air.I had to wait until the old guy got over to the waiting area to get up because I still had a raging boner and a huge spot on the front of my jeans from all of the pre-cum that I had produced during this episode. I payed for my hair cut and left.That was the last time M cut my hair. I went away to college and when I returned at Xmas, fully expecting to pick up where we left off, I found out that M. had moved out of town. His wife had gotten a high paying corporate job in Chicago so he and his family had moved.To this day, twenty-nine years, a wife, and three k**s later, I regret that I never had a chance to give him a blow job and (in my hubris) receive one in return from my sexy hairy stylist. C’est la vie!

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