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  • The haircut

    • After living in the same house for 25 years, Conrads children having been born and moving away from this house, he honestly felt as though everything that could be done here had been done. It was time to move. His neighbors had all expressed their disappointment in his leaving since they felt Conrad had been a caring and welcoming neighbor to them. There was an elderly woman across the street to which he had tried to be especially helpful. She was actually 102 years old and still living alone. Her children and grandchildren came to see her periodically, but Conrad was the one to whom she turned for her day-to-day assistance.

    Her grandson, Eric, went occasionally to check on his grandmother, but not too often. Conrad had watched him grow from a spindly, gawky, little kid to a strapping young man. He was about twenty-two when Eric found out Conrad was leaving.

    Years ago, when all his children were little, Conrad used to cut their hair. The parents of the children in the neighborhood were always impressed at how wonderful his children looked and so they would have Conrad cut their childrens hair as well. When Eric came to town, his grandmother would have Conrad cut his hair, too.

    When Eric knocked on Conrads door, he had a sheepish grin on his face, a pair of sheers in his hand. "Hi, Conrad, I hear youre moving and I was wondering if I could get one more haircut before you go?"

    They both laughed and Eric was invited in.

    "How old are you now, Eric?" Conrad queried.

    "Twenty-two," he said, "a legal adult." Conrad found that an odd thing to say, but he just smiled and offered Eric some coffee.

    After the obligatory small-talk, Eric began hemming and hawing. He finally said, "Conrad, I really was wondering if you could cut my hair. Its gotten pretty unruly and you always did give me the best haircut." Conrad was enchanted by the innocence in his voice.

    "Of course, I have to tell you I havent done this in quite a while, but Ill do my best." Eric began taking off his shirt.

    "Eric, you dont have to do that. I can just put a towel on your shoulders."

    "No, Conrad, thats okay, I dont want to get hair all over the shirt."

    "Okay," Conrad said. "Suit yourself."

    What Conrad hadnt realized is just how much it would suit him, as well. As Eric took off his shirt, he unveiled a beautifully sculpted body. His Germanic heritage was evident in his broad, thick shoulders, his narrow waist, with furrows in his abdomens showing off his six-pack, and a dense mat of fawn brown hair covering his chest and stomach. His arms were massive and clearly defined. He had been working out a great deal and it really showed.

    "My, Eric how youve grown up!" Conrad said, trying valiantly not to drool as he spoke. It got even worse as he began lifting his t-shirt over his head. His pants rode up his crotch a bit, and there before him was an ample, overstuffed package. Conrads first thought was that his equipment must weigh more than his arms.

    "Yeah, Ive been working out a little trying to stay healthy. Its a lot of work, but I think its worth it. How about you? Do you think its worth all the effort Ive put in?"

    "Hell, yeah!" came out of his mouth before Conrad could stop it. He blushed a bit and simply smiled.

    Conrad lithely wrapped a towel around Erics neck and got to work on his hair. They had a wonderful chat and got all caught up on their respective families.

    As the older man was cutting the young bucks hair, he kept finding himself leaning into Erics elbow with his crotch. Conrad remembered all the times his own hair dressers had done that very thing and though maybe Eric wouldnt notice. He wondered if maybe Eric would actually like it since Conrad was so powerfully built between his legs. Conrad always made sure to wear slacks tailored to hide that very thing. It was difficult, though, considering his endowment.

    It wasnt long before Eric was coiffed in a masculine, contemporary cut. Conrad had put just enough product in Erics hair to be hip without becoming metro-sexual. Conrad noticed how good Eric smelled as he took the towel off his shoulder.

    As Conrad began dusting the hair off of Erics shoulders, he found himself lingering on this beautiful young mans shoulder caps and chest; lingering far longer than was appropriate given the situation. When he caught himself, he almost whipped the towel away from Eric, losing grip of the towel and watching it fly away to the other side of the room.

    They both looked at each other stunned and began laughing uproariously. Eric couldnt help but comment on how much like a Three Stooges move that was. Conrad was embarrassed, but still relieved that some of the pressure was off... or so he thought.

    Eric reached out with one of his powerful, bronze arms, pulled Conrad to him, looked at him and kissed him fully on the lips.

    "You have always made me smile, Conrad. Ive wanted to do that since I was fourteen years old."

    With that Conrad gave into his basest impulses and returned Erics amorous advances. Within moments both men were bare on the sofa mauling each other. Conrad was thoroughly engaged in Eric sumptuous body and Eric had his hands and eventually lips full with Conrads heavy endowment.

    They were both twisting and turning over each others bodies trying to discover every secret the other held. Eric kissed Conrad in places the older man had never been kissed before.

    Eric was receiving pleasures he could not have imagined from a man who had the experience to transport the younger man into the cosmos.

    Before long, Eric found himself behind Conrad with the head of his thick cock at the tight opening behind Conrad. He stopped, leaned forward and whispered to his older friend, "Is this what you want, Con?"

    "More than youll ever know, Eric. Im yours now."

    With that, Eric spit on his shaft, rubbed the moisture onto the head of his member and then slid his finger into his mouth to wet it again. With that he slid his slathered finger into Conrads waiting canal. He began finger-fucking his passionate hairdresser in earnest. Conrad was moaning uncontrollably.

    "Fuck me, you young buck! Fuck me long and fuck me hard."

    Eric needed no more encouragement with that. In one smooth movement, his finger disappeared from Conrads anus and his cock slid in as those it had always belonged there.

    Erics girth was such that Conrad felt as though he was being split in two; but Conrad simply didnt care. The pain was delicious and he begged for more.

    Soon, Eric and Conrad found their intimate rhythm together and it didnt take long for this over-stimulated young to scream, "Im cumming!" And cum he did in buckets! His jism was filling every crevice of Conrads aching ass. It even began dribbling between his legs on Erics outstroke.

    "Oh, my God, that felt so good, Eric. I want more."

    Eric smiled that young mans smile that says, "Theres plenty more where that came from."

    "First," Eric said, "I want you to know how grateful I am for that level of pleasure. Theres no way for you to know this, but I have never been with a guy before."

    "Really?" Conrad exclaimed. "But, you were such a pro."

    "That came from the many years Ive been imagining being with you Con. There is nothing Ive wanted more. In fact, let me show you how appreciative I am."

    With that, Eric leaned over Conrads hips, took his long, thick appendage in his mouth and began stroking the meat with his tight, warm, wet lips. The moan that emanated from Conrads chest was resonant at such a level that it tickled Erics lips.

    "I thought youd never been with a guy, Eric?"

    "I havent."

    "Whered you learn to do this so well?" Conrad queried incredulously.

    "Ive had girls give me head, but they never seem to know what would feel good. So, Im just doing what I think Id like done."

    Eric was right on the money. Before long, Conrad made some guttural noise that indicated how close he was to his climax. Conrad believed that Eric would move his mouth away from the onslaught, but he didnt. He remained there, suckling on Conrads dick until the pummeling began inside his mouth. Shot after shot of lava hot liquid filled his mouth. Instead of spitting it out, Eric swallowed the whole load and smiled the most satisfied smile.

    "That was amazing, Eric."

    They laid there breathing together for a while.

    "There is one thing more Id like you to know before you leave, Eric."

    "Whats that?"

    "How it feels to have a man give you a blow-job the right way."

    Conrad leaned over, lifted Erics knees over his shoulders and proceeded to pleasure Eric in ways the younger man could never have dreamed.

    Conrad rimmed him, sticking his tongue deep inside Eric tight portal. He licked his balls until they were dripping from Conrads saliva. He, then, flicked his tongue from the bottom of Erics shaft until his lips reached the top of his cockhead. He pressed his lips downward, allowing the entire amazing length of Erics schlong disappear into Conrads mouth.

    Eric bellowed in pleasure. It was only moments before Eric began bucking against Conrads face, shooting a stream of semen into Conrads mouth so fast and hard that Conrad had no choice but to swallow it equally fast and hard.

    They were both sweating profusely as they laid next to each other. It was not too long afterward that Eric leaned over Conrad, bringing their lips together. Conrad was surprised that Eric would kiss him, but indescribably pleased.

    "Thank you for making my wishes come true, Conrad."

    "Thank you for making my wish come true, even though I didnt know it was there until it began."

    "I will miss you, Conrad."

    "You dont have to, Eric. Here is my new address."

    Erics face beamed with delight as he realized Conrad was only moving about eight miles away.


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