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Related article: Date: Thu, 01 Dec 2005 02:18:59 +0000
From: Bill Drake
Subject: White Collar Tales 6: Financial DistrictWhite Collar Tales
Bill Drake (billdrakehotmail.com)WARNING: The following is for adults only. It contains depiction of sexual
acts between men. If this offends you or is inappropriate for you to read,
go no further.
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White Collar Tales #6
Financial District
Barber
I may darks fozya bbs be a barber, but I take my job seriously. That's why I was opening
the shop the day after the worst blizzard of the year. It's in the heart of
the city's financial district, which today is like a snow-blanketed ghost
town: no cars, few people. Still, I have my regular customers and some lolas nude bbs of
those dedicated businessmen coming into the office today would undoubtedly
be coming by for their scheduled trim - sun, sleet or hail.I was trained to cut hair in the Navy, and at thirty-eight I'm still
naval-fit from head to toe. Take good care of myself and my body and am
proud of it. I'm proud of my shop, too. My own establishment. My dad had
higher hopes for his only soon than a barber, but I do well enough for
myself financially and, besides, I free links bbs like taking care of the city's
wealthiest and most powerful in my small way. A lot of my buddies have
nothing kind to say about the kind of men who come into my shop - think
they're all stuck up or uptight. Actually, I found the bankers, lawyers
and finance men who come in here are 90% of the time just great
guys. Distinguished yet respectful, not overly talkative but friendly. And
they care about their appearance, that's why they come to me, the best
barber in the Finance District, by reputation.
It's 2:30 and so far I've had only three customers. The first wasn't a
regular. Probably came in because his regular barber didn't want to fight
the snow. Mid 20s, green-eyed, new to the business world. Beefy build -
even under the sweater two hard pecs and a firm jock belly swelled to
announce his presence. From his face and the alabaster skin I immediately
placed him as a grad from one of the local Catholic colleges... BC, Holy
Cross, maybe Providence College."Slow today, huh?" he said as he walks slightly bow legged, like some Texas
high school quarterback, and plops his sturdy short frame in the chair. The
last person to cut his hair didn't know what he was doing. All one length,
no sideburns, rounded in the back. The kid was young enough and
good-looking enough to get nude 12 yo bbs
away with a crappy haircut, but I took it as
fate that he walked in today and proceeded to corrected the previous
mistakes the best I could. It would mean taking more time, longer than the
usual 15 minutes, but this morning I had plenty of time.I always take satisfaction in doing a good job. But this time I was feeling
a heavy case of the horns start building up inside me. This stud was
attractive, and sometimes when you're up close, handling a guy's head,
feeling his breath on your hands, well my dick just starts swelling. He
reminded me of the freewheeling studs from my military days, only his hands
were soft from his desk job. Even those were turning me on. I kept
imagining those thick Irish-jock fingers wrapped around my tool, stroking
me off to explosion. So while I was giving him the best haircut he'd have,
my boner throbbed. If the kid noticed, he didn't say anything. He left with
a smile after giving me a decent tip.The second man of the morning was Rob, a jocular fiftysomething lawyer with
a slight Brahmin accent that was in character with the pinstripe and bow
ties he usually wore. Today, though, he was casual, khakis and
Norwegian-pattern wool sweater pulled over his blue pin-stripe shirt. I was
still a little chubbed from my young customer earlier and bbs gothic magazine the idle time
where I didn't have much to think about other than how long it'd been since
I'd been laid, and talking with Rob didn't make my libido go away. I don't
know what it is, but this man has the sexiest voice. Not too deep but
masculine, the fluid vowels and clipped syllables made me know I was in the
presence of a real blue-blood, not one of these fake upper-crust types
walking around downtown. Fortunately he was in a talkative storytelling
mood this morning. I just listened and surreptitiously adjusted my crotch
from time to time. "Thanks for the great job, Jake," he said as he paid and
put on his coat. There was a twinkle in his eye that made me wonder if he
wanted something more than a haircut. But we both bid our gooddays and he
ventured out into the drifting snow again.Now it's mid afternoon, and I can see it's the third man of the day who's
gonna make up for the slow morning. Just shy of six foot, taut wiry tennis
player frame, an assuredness to his walk that makes you think he's four
inches taller and twenty pounds beefier than he really is. Soul-piercing
pale blue eyes and salt-and-pepper hair that even in his early 40s is
hovering around 50/50 proportion. A serious face that on occasion breaks
into a friendly laugh or knowing smile. Charcoal gray pinstripe trousers
that brings out his eye color. Perfectly shined oxblood shoes. He's left
the suit jacket at the office and is wearing a hunter green nylon
windbreaker over his starched white button-down shirt and conservative
blue-and-yellow stripe Brooks Brothers tie. Even with the baseball cap,
which he's removing now, he definitely looks every inch the executive he
is.I don't know his name but I feel like I know everything about him. His
family, the times his son makes the honor roll at school, the renovations
on the house... occasionally I tell him about myself or recount some story
from my Navy days, but mostly I just cut his hair and listen. I always take
more time with his hair just so I can have him in my chair longer.That's not a problem today, I think to myself as I guide him to the
chair. He used to have longer hair, medium-length bangs parted to the
right. Then one day he said he wanted a military cut like mine. I
explained to him that my high and tight probably wasn't what a man in his
position needed, so I offered a modified cut - blended No.2 on the sides
and back, about 3/4 inch on the top, free links bbs
a modified petite models kds bbs rounded, fuller
flattop. For good measure, I left the sideburns a good half inch longer
than U.S. Navy regulation.Wow! The effect was stunning. The gray in his hair became shining flecks
of silver. He looked masculine, distinguished and handsome. He loved it and
it's become his regular cut."What it'll be today?" I ask, already knowing the answer.He pulls off his windbreaker. The starched shirt is trim on his lithe,
muscular body. He looks even more fit standing before me in his shirt
sleeves. I'm always impressed when men his age keep themselves up. And why
shouldn't they? Man's body is his temple.I guide him to the chair and wrap the apron around his neck, taking cure to
tuck in the tissue paper neatly. I take my time this morning, using my
fingers to guide the blade for a precision cut. His skin is free links bbs
still cold from
outside, bbs teenager the neck both rough and soft under my touch. I work my way up,
enjoying the contact but careful to pay attention to my duty. I repeat on
the young model bbs other side. It gives me a thrill deep inside to see the dark and gray
hairs gain their rightful contrast as they're sheared down to such a short
length. After using the clippers, I get out my shears and commence to trim
the top. We make small talk as I cut, mostly about the
weather. Occasionally I pause and look at his reflection in the mirror. The
guy's been coming to my shop for several years now and I can't get over how
powerfully handsome his face is. I lock eyes with his and soak in the
sight, drawing in inspiration before going back to my living canvas."Got time for a shave?" I ask as I near completion.
"Appointments all cancelled today. So sure."I remove the apron free links bbs and brush off the stray hairs, making sure his
button-down shirt is as perfect and spotless as it was when he walked in. I
can't help but admire the flat abdomen that lead down to a very full
crotch. darks fozya bbs His suit is quality, and the pleating doesn't balloon up on the
front as so often is the case. But still, his genitals push the wool fabric
out into a sizeable mound between his thighs.I step between those spread legs. Carefully, respectfully, my hands reach
toward his collar. "You mind, sir?"His thin lips curl up into a smile. "No. Go ahead."My deft fingers grip the knot in his tie and gently pull outward. Not
enough to undo the half-windsor, just sufficient pressure to slip the knot
down and outward to hang six inches down from his neck. Then I undo the
buttons, first the collar button, then the next two. My favorite customer
doesn't wear a T-shirt underneath, not even in the thick of winter, so the
hot, bare skin of his chest press against my hand as I loosen the collar.I step back around and applied a hot towel to the nape of his neck. Then
the lathered foam. I pride myself on using a freshly sharpened razor for
each shave, and today's no exception. Nothing can replace a straight 13 yo model bbs razor
for a clean, smooth neck, or a sharp, perfect men's cut for that
matter. Four solid swipes down the contour of his muscle, then couple more
flicks at the edge. Then I towel him off and apply the tonic.
He nods appreciatively as I hold up the mirror. He looks pleased with
himself and that makes me pleased with my work. I look over his shoulders
and see that the lump in his crotch has elongated so that a full rigid
staff lies twitching in his trousers, its thickness distorting the
pinstripe pattern into wide, curving lines. I set ranchi bbs lola
down the mirror and kneel
down on vombat sun bbs
the floor. I don't think my first breath reaches his crotch before
the man's powerful hands rub the back of my head and coax me forward. The
heat and solidity of his cock brush against my barbie models bbs face and I start licking and
sucking at the fabric of his suit. It's like his pheromones are filling my
nostrils, driving me on to further frenzy."Navy boy wants it, bbs list erotic
doesn't he?" I imagine his voice during one of his
teleconferences and the contrast between that image and the words coming
out of his mouth make the blood drain from my head and rush straight to my
throbbing dick. "Here you go," he says as his elongated fingers pull down
the zipper and unleash a hot, thick executive prick. The dickskin's dry,
but the tip rubs freshly leaked pearls of dew against my cheek and the
undersize of my nose. Fuck, the pissslit is lodged right in my left
nostril, it's like I'm snorting a line of a powerful drug right out of this
man's cock. I sit still a moment, savoring this position of submission
between this businessman's jogging-toned legs. Then I pull back, examine
the formidable piece of cock pointing at me, and dive mouth open onto it.The man's gonna make me work for this tip.
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