Cut and Blow

As Rene moved around the chair, his scissors clipping quickly at my hair, I noticed that he kept brushing against me. His dick bulged attractively under his tight black pants, and his torso was covered by a tight black T-shirt that showed off his muscles. His pants were so tight that I could clearly feel the ridge at the bottom of his cockhead when he brushed it against my arm. Could my hairstylist really be coming on to me?

I decided to take a chance and find out for sure. When he leaned forward to part my hair with a comb, I slid my hand up the inside of his thigh and gave the bulge there a squeeze. Instead of pulling away, Rene leaned closer, moaning so quietly that only I could hear him. I felt his cock twitching to hardness inside his pants, and I squeezed again, rubbing the head with my thumb. My own prick was getting distinctly squeezed inside my pants as I rubbed his, and I reached under the cape that was covering my clothes to adjust myself.

“I’ll do that,” Rene said. He pulled back and put down the scissors and comb. Then he knelt in front of me and pulled the light cape up as his hands slid over my legs and unbuttoned my pants. He pulled out my cock and then dove under the cape. In a split second, he had his lips wrapped around my dick and was sucking me off, stroking my cockhead with his tongue.

I groaned, gripping the arms of the hairstyling chair as Rene’s talented tongue played along my prick. His lips were pushing up and down my shaft, stroking all the way down to the base, and my balls were so heavy and full of cum that it was hard to hold back. I couldn’t see anything but the movement of his head underneath the plastic cape, and it was incredibly erotic being sucked off by a man I couldn’t even see. Instead of watching him blow me, I could concentrate on the sensations that he was producing, dragging his teeth lightly over my cockhead, pushing his tongue inside the slit, and generally driving me crazy.

“Rene, I’m coming,” I gasped, gripping the arms again and pushing my hips up, feeding my dick deep inside his sucking mouth. He swallowed with long gulps, his tongue pressing against my cockhead as I came, taking every drop of my spunk and then swallowing it. When he emerged from under the cape, there was a huge grin on his face and my knees were weak from my intense orgasm.

Rene’s cock was definitely fully hard, and it was bulging out against his tight pants even more than it had been before. He spun the chair around so I was facing sideways, and he stood in front of me, pulling his zipper down in a slow striptease. When his dick sprang out, I realized the reason I had been able to see it so clearly through his pants was that he wasn’t wearing anything under them. And to add to my surprise, he was uncut. He held his prick lightly, rolling back the foreskin to show me the shiny red head.

“Watch,” Rene said, gesturing towards the mirror as I took his prick between my lips, sucking on the head and working the skin back and forth with my mouth. I looked to the side to see Rene’s prick disappearing into my mouth. Because of the mirror, I could see everything we did. Rene stroked my head as his dick slid into my mouth, inch by inch. I pulled off the cape and started stroking my dick, watching in the mirror.

There we were, Rene fucking my mouth and me jerking off. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of that image. Rene’s hips were moving faster and I was tasting his pre-cum as it dripped onto my tongue. My hand flew up and down my prick like lightning, and I groaned as I came for the second time in twenty minutes, my spunk pouring out over my hand.

Rene was watching me, and he smiled as he came, closing his eyes and letting his prick throb between my lips, releasing hot streams of spunk. I swallowed it all down and then pulled back, and Rene finished my haircut.

“Want a blow-dry?” he asked me.

I grinned. “No thanks,” I said. “I already got blown today.”