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  “You are in control. Just lower yourself slowly. Don't force it.” His voice was very soft and soothing.

  I lowered myself until I felt the head of his cock pressing against my hole. I started to sink down, but I couldn't get the head to enter my hole. My hole refused to give to this intrusion.

  Suddenly Ariston pulled my feet out from under me. My full weight dropped down onto his cock. I was impaled on his cock. The pain was incredible.

  “God that hurts.”

  I couldn't move. Ariston was still holding my legs so I was forced to sit there with his full cock in my arse.

  “Let yourself relax. Take deep breaths. You'll get used to it soon enough.”

  He dropped my legs and sat up. He pulled me forward to meet his mouth. We kissed deeply, our tongues searching each other’s mouths. My arse was on fire, but it was starting to subside. I focused on the kissing and soon realised that it no longer hurt. He broke the kiss and fell back onto the bed.

  "Are you alright?” he asked.

  I smiled at him and said, “Yes.”

  “Now, just start moving up and down, like I did.”

  I got my legs underneath me again. I started to lift up. I could feel his cock moving out of me. I pulled up until I felt the head pulling against my sphincter, and then lowered myself slowly again. I closed my eyes and enjoyed this new sensation. I started to move up and down faster now. This was a very awkward position for me and I almost fell over twice.

  “Okay, Sammy, pull off now.”

  I didn't want to but I did as he said. I pulled off his cock.

  “Lie down on your back.”

  I lay down next to him as he moved between my legs and pulled my legs up. He hooked an ankle on each shoulder and I watched as he guided his cock back into my hole. This time he went in easily. It felt good to have him back inside me. Now, he was in control.

  He started to fuck my arse hard as I let my legs fall off his shoulders. I quickly wrapped them around him, pulling him deeper into me. Kissing me again while he fucked me harder. His chest hairs were tickling my chest and my throbbing cock was getting smashed between us. Every time he drove into me he would press my cock against my stomach. He moved his mouth to my neck and started to lick and suck as his breathing became very heavy.

  “Oh yeah. Fuck me Ariston. It feels so good.”

  Did I say that? But it did feel good, no it felt great.

  “You like that Sammy?”

  “I love it.”

  “Your arse is so hot. I'm getting close. Do you want me to cum inside you?”

  “Yes, fill me with your load.”

  “Oh god, here it comes!”

  He drove his cock in even deeper. I could feel it expand even more as he started to shoot red hot cum into my arse. The feeling sent me over the top. I exploded between us, coating our stomachs with my own load.

  When Ariston was finally spent, he collapsed on top of me, breathing fast. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight. Finally, he rolled off me, pulling his cock from my arse with a soft popping sound.

  “That was hot.” Ariston said between breaths.

  “It was fantastic.”

  He rose up on one arm and looked at me.

  “I wish I had tried this sooner.”

  “Good fun, huh?”

  “I'd say. I never would have though a guy like you would go for guy sex.”

  “I'm bisexual Sammy. I've known that about myself since I was a kid. My wife even knew it.”

  “You're kidding. Did you sleep with guys while you were married?”

  “Sure, but never at home. Listen, we had better get cleaned up and get some dinner ready before Christos gets back.”

  “I'm not sure I can walk after that.”

  We both laughed. He pulled me off the bed and led me to the shower. We showered together, lathering each other’s bodies.

  We then retired to the living room and ordered a pizza. We spent the night talking about Ariston's bisexual life. He told me stories about sex in the military, college friends, and even fellow constructions workers.

  By the time we finished the pizza, we were both so horny from the stories that we went back to bed and made love again. I slept with him that night as Christos had rung up to say he was staying over in Newcastle and would return the next day.

  I was not upset.

  Ariston and I spent more time in the bedroom than working on the deck. A lot of my friends have started going to hair salons to get more complicated hairstyles, but I still like going to the barbers in my neighbourhood. Partly this is because I like my haircuts simple, sort of chopped off short, partly because it costs a lot less, and partly because of the hunky barber who's been giving me fantasy material since I was young.

  His name is Sean, and he's in his late thirties, but he's really solid with sexy hands, a square jaw and a rich, deep voice. I always get a tingle when he runs his hands through my hair and says, “What will it be today?”

  Sean and I often talk about what I'm up to at college.

  He has an assistant, Terry, who I've never met, but Sean is always telling me he thinks we'd like each other. I gather from the way he talks that sometimes Terry helps him out at the shop, but I've still never managed to be there at the right time. Terry goes to a college in the next town.

  Today was different, though, and I could sense something the minute I walked through the door to the shop. I’d had football practice that afternoon, so I'd had to come to the shop late; it looked like I would be the last customer of the day.

  There was no one there but Sean, and a beautiful lad who I took to be his assistant, Terry, sweeping up in the far corner. He looked to be eighteen or nineteen, wore jeans and a T-shirt and had a surprising mess of dark, shaggy hair. I could see his tiny nipples through his T-shirt, and his baggy jeans hung off his slender hips in a way that made me want to rip them off.

  “What'll it be today?”

  Sean startled me from my fantasising, and I could feel the blood rush to my face as I realised I'd been thinking about his assistant that way. I wondered if he'd seen me look at him as I hopped up into the chair.

  Sean put the nylon apron over me, and tucked it under the collar of my soccer shirt, finally resting his hands on my shoulders.

  “Same as usual,” I said.

  Then, after a brief pause, I asked, “Is that Terry?”

  “Oh, that's right; you two have never met, have you? Hey Terry. Come on over here and meet our good friend, Sammy.”

  He leaned his broom against the wall and walked across the floor to us. I have no idea how his shorts stayed on!

  “Hi.”

  His smile almost made me fall out of the chair, his lips were luscious and his dimples killed me. I had this image of his smooth face covered with my cum as I shook his warm hand.

  “Can I be done yet?”

  “Well, I guess so, but there's no place to go until I'm done with Sammy here. You could read one of those magazines if you want.”

  Saying this with a wink, as there was a stack of porn magazines on the table for guys to check out while they waited.

  Terry happily chose a couple, and sat down in one of the chairs behind me, but I could still see him in the mirror.

  Sean went to work on my hair, and I could see that Terry was very interested in the material he was looking at. Very soon his hand was on his crotch, I guess he didn't figure we could see him, since he was behind us, stroking his growing erection through the fabric.

  I was staring at him in the mirror, and then I looked up and saw Sean watching me watch Terry. He smiled a little smile and kept working. By now my cock was straining in the confines of my briefs, but the thin fabric of my soccer shorts was not enough to hide it totally. Even through the smock, it made a tent that was plainly visible to Sean.

  Suddenly he dropped his scissors in my lap, and reached to get them, pausing for a moment to brush my stiff dick through the nylon smock.

  I must have moaned, because h
e was soon grabbing it tighter with his right hand, reaching up to pinch my tender and very sensitive nipples with his left. I couldn't believe this was happening. Ever since I could come I'd been fantasising about Sean's hands all over me in his barber chair. I wondered if Terry could see.

  I looked in the mirror to see Terry back there with his cock in his hand, and his shirt off! He'd got busy awfully fast! The sight of his pink hard cock, about six inches with soft brown hair around it, in his hand was enough to drive me wild, and to make me lose some of my inhibitions.

  While Sean continued to stroke my cock through the smock, I asked him if he thought his horny assistant would like to join in.

  Sean whispered hotly in my ear, “I think he'd like that.”

  I called out hoarsely to Terry to come over.

  He didn't hesitate. He came right over and stood next to me, rubbing his cock on my face, letting me lick it, while he rubbed his chest and stomach. He was smiling at me and I could tell he wanted me to suck it, but instead I grabbed the waistband of his underwear with my teeth and pulled them back up over his dick. I started to lick and suck through the fabric, while I pulled him closer to me, playing with his delicious nipples and tugging at his young armpit hair. That drove him wild.

  At that moment, Sean ripped the smock off of me.

  “Take your shirt off,” he said.

  I did as I was told.

  “Now get down there and suck him,” he told Terry, who was eager to obey.

  The lad got down on his knees and buried his cute face in my nylon soccer shorts, his tongue working the fabric until it was soaked with his sweet spit. I could see him tugging on his cock with his other hand.

  Sean had also removed his shirt to reveal a surprisingly smooth, hard torso.

  “Work my nipples, boy,” he said.

  I bit down on his left nipple, and twisted the right with my fingers. With my other hand I was working his cock through his cotton workpants, but I wanted to taste it, to lick the sweat from his balls while his hot employee sucked me off through my shorts. I wanted to taste that hot cum.

  I unbuttoned the barber's fly and let his pants fall to his knees. His prick was standing straight up and the shiny head was peeking out of the top of the waistband of his briefs. I put my tongue out to taste the salty ooze at the end of his dick, all the while enjoying the sensations of Terry's hot mouth working my cock through my shorts.

  I pulled Sean's cock out; it was fucking huge, bigger than Christos. It had to be nine inches and thick, with a big head that was slippery with precum. I cupped his cum-filled balls in my hand while I continued to slurp on the head, and then I sucked the whole rod down my throat.

  “That feels fucking hot. You like getting your cock worked on? You want to cum on his face while I come down your throat?”

  “Yes,” I yelled.

  My dick was nearing its limit, I could tell I was about to shoot through my shorts into his mouth. I wanted to taste Sean’s cum first, and I didn't have long to wait. He started groaning and talking faster at me:

  “Fuck, boy! Your mouth feels so fucking hot. You're going to get that mouth filled up by my sweet hot load. I'm going to shoot. Get ready for my cum.

  Sean then shot a hot thick creamy load in my mouth, I could feel it hitting the roof of my mouth and sliding down my throat. It tasted so great, a little salty but it got me really hot.

  He pulled out and shot more of his sticky cum all over my smooth chest. That sent me over, and I could tell I was going to come too.

  Terry was still liking and massaging my cock while kneeling on the floor. I could see his lips and his hot tongue, moist with his spit, working my cotton briefs, by now they were totally soaked. His hands were rubbing my legs in my nylon soccer shorts, and Sean was roughly rubbing his cum into the skin of my chest, playing with my hard nipples and biting my ears.

  “Terry, that feels so good. Fuck, guys, I'm going to come.

  I shot a thick load into my shorts, which oozed through the white fabric for he cute Terry to lick up. I felt like I just kept coming, spurt after spurt of hot white jism, it must've tasted sweet because Terry wouldn't stop his sucking. Fuck, that boy had a hot mouth.

  I must have lost my senses for a moment while I was coming, because when I opened my eyes again I saw Terry standing up and bending over me. He began to lick Sean’s cum off of my chest, his wet tongue was so soft and hot, I just moaned.

  Sean moved around behind him, meanwhile, and I knew he was going to fuck him. I grabbed Terry's beautiful face and raised it to my lips so I could kiss him while Sean slid his thick pole in his arse. Terry's breathing got heavier and I could hear him whimper a little as his tender hole was stuffed with cock. He pulled his face away from me and looked me in the eyes; he had the biggest smile on his cute face!

  While looking at me, Terry said, “Yeah, that feels good. That's right, Sean, fuck me. I want to make you feel good, want you to make my hole nice and tight for you. I love the way your cock feels in me. I love getting fucked by you.”

  I couldn't believe it! This beautiful boy was getting fucked by Sean right over me; I could feel his hard cock rubbing against my crotch as Sean pumped his dick into him. His hands were reaching around to pinch the lad's nipples.

  Terry was eager to continue licking me clean of jism, all three of us were moaning and I was already hard again, starting to buck my hips back up against the stiff cock above me.

  The lad began to moan in earnest, soon his breathing became too heavy for him to continue licking cum off my chest.

  He raised his face again to look my in the eye and said, “Fuck me.” Then, in a whisper, only to me, “I'm going to cum now.”

  With that, he stood up enough for me to see his cock erupt over mine, covering my shorts and my stomach with sticky cum. The milky white jism sprayed out of the end of his dick; the hot liquid felt so good on my naked skin. His face was in ecstasy, and he kept his eyes open and smiled all the way. This lad was so fucking hot; I came again without anyone touching my prick. The cum just bubbled out and through the already soaked fabric, and Terry just lowered his cock and balls onto my crotch so our sweet juices could mingle.

  Sean was still pumping the lad “Nice, hot hole.”

  Terry's eyes opened wide as he felt thick spurts of cum in his arse. He gave me another kiss as Sean pulled his cock out. The three of us stayed collapsed in the barber chair for a while, our arms wrapped around each other, spent.

  The next time I go to get my haircut, I'll be sure to get the last appointment of the day.

  When I got home the first words Christos spoke was, “Nice haircut!”

  “Thanks.”

  Turning around I lowered my damp shorts and presented my arse to Christos.

  “I need something,” I said,

  Christos was over like a shot, opening his trousers as he approached me. Kneeling down he sent his tongue searching for my hole. After licking it for a few minutes he decided I was primed enough.

  Standing up he placed the head of his cock at my hole, pulling back his foreskin as it slowly entered. Bending further over I offered him complete access to my wanting hole.

  He pounded it relentlessly knowing I could take it. Hearing his breath quicken as he gripped my hips I knew he was ready to come. He suddenly stopped fucking, held his position as I felt him pump me full of his cum.

  Pulling out slowly we traded positions and within seconds I was fucking him over the sofa. Raming my hard cock deep inside him. I couldn’t believe how quickly I was ready to come. I shot a blast of cum as I continued to hump.

  After we had separated he said, “You should get your hair cut more often.”

  I simply giggled.

  Chapter 9

  I went home earlier than normal. A training session I had planned was cancelled with short notice. There was a strange car parked in front next to the Nissan belonging to Christos.

  Quietly I turned the lock and opened the door. No sound anywhere. On the coffee table w
ere two empty glasses of wine. I heard a movement upstairs so I went off to investigate.

  As I got closer to the top of the stairs, I could hear Christos saying, “Oh yeah, suck it. Suck that cock,” and then he groaned.

  Damn, I thought, he's got a woman in there.

  The door to his bedroom was slightly ajar.

  I snuck a quick glance in.

  I saw Christos naked on his back lying on his bed, legs spread. Someone was naked kneeling between them, and giving him head.

  “No,” I thought, and looked again, “It can't be happening.”

  But it was. His back in front of me, but it was definitely Jason's head bobbing up and down Christos’ shaft. I had met him once, a couple of years ago at a work function that he had attended. Mum and I gave him a lift to his home after the party. We had arranged to pick Christos up as we knew he wouldn’t be able to drive home. Jason lived on our way back.

  Christos was looking at the ceiling, his head thrashing back and forth with his fingers in Jason's hair.

  Except for one eye at the corner of the door frame, I stayed hidden and watched.

  After a moment, Jason pulled off Christos' shaft and began licking down his cock and balls. He spent some time licking his balls, and then that spot under them, where the root of the cock is. Jason licked, and then nuzzled the spot hard. Christos obviously liked that.

  He was squirming a lot and I could hear him shouting, “Oh yeah, Oh hell yeah.”

  Next Jason pushed up Christos' legs way up so that his butt was pointing high up. I couldn't believe it when Jason started licking in the crack. But I couldn't turn away.

  After licking a few minutes, Jason stood up and holding his cock with one hand, his other hand on his butt, he put the tip of his cock to Christos' arsehole. I gasped, partly because it was obvious what he was about to do to, but more because Jason had a hell of a cock, at least an inch and a half longer than Christos's and thicker.

  Jason looked as hard as a rock. My angle was just right; I could see the head of his cock poised at the hole. I could also see when Jason let a big glob of saliva drop from his mouth onto the spot where his cock waited. He swabbed the saliva around with his cock head and then he guided his cock on in.