Gay fun story of crazy sex with a horny barber

Gay fun story: Hey guys this is Saanjh again with a story to get your dicks hard and your mouths wet. Hope you love it!

My cousin had his wedding around november in his hometown, a beautiful city. I was scared to meet all the people and relatives so I decided to look my best for it. I bought all new brand new clothes, joined yoga classes for a month to look fitter and started eating a bit healthy.

Everything was set but one thing was missing. My hair and beard looked the same. I tried experimenting on my own with a trimmer but didn’t really like it. So I chose a salon. It was not the one where I would go monthly for a trim but a different luxury chain salon.

I booked an appointment over the phone and reached there on time. The receptionist gave me a number and assigned me a stylist. The stylist looked like a bollywood rom-com hero who recently left all exercises and now gave a dad type of vibe.

Anyway, it was early November and winter but the salon was warm. The salon had separate cubicles for every client with hair wash, dryer, mirrors etc separated by a glass cabinet and multi colored curtains.

The salon was anyway empty, still he took me to the cubicle with my number which was the second from the last. His name, as I was told, was Shivam. He asked me to remove my overcoat/jacket (I did) and to sit on the chair and relax. Skipping the haircut details…

Lastly, he asked me to relax as it was time for the post haircut wash. He held in one hand my hair and in the other he held the water jet. My neck was resting on the washbasin and my eyes were closed.

He was busy with my hair when someone gave him a call and he suddenly pointed the jet to my mouth. As that happened, a burst of water entered my mouth to my windpipe. I was choking and coughing.

Shivam was constantly apologizing while giving me a Heimlich (google it if you don’t know). Each thrust gave me peace as water slid down softly and as his movement was less directed to safety and more to romance. His thrust was pointing not at my stomach but at my ass.

First I thought he was innocent and maybe clueless about this Heimlich but then I realized his rod of a dick pointing at my ass with each thrust. My mind worked and I realized why his hands were touching my body so much during the hair cut, why his fingers ran over my face and neck during the wash and why he was smiling more than natural.

I was always Bi and wanted him too. He was around 5’8 with a broad chest (now loose) and an almost flat belly. His hair was curled perfectly and his beard was trimmed (RDJ style). His chest hair was visible through his shirt like me and for someone who is 5’8, he looked massive and gave a wrestler vibe.

Anyway, I came back to my senses and realized he was still thrusting me and asking me if I was okay. I coughed a bit more and then nodded. He left me reluctantly and then I sat on the chair.

I said- “Bhai dekh ke kro.”
He said- “Sorry sir, aage se nhi hoga.”
I said- “Koi nhi. Chalo hairwash ho gya?”
He said- “Yes sir ho gya. Aur kuch karwana hai sir? Massage, facial, waxing?

I thought for a moment and said- “Waxing karwani to thi but…”

He said- “But kya sir..dont worry..costly nhi hoga..kahan ki waxing karwani hai sir?”
I said- “chest ki”

He said- “OH..yes..okk…(he was nervous, shocked and happy)..ok sir I will bring the wax while you can remove your shirt and sit on the chair”
I said- “Okay jaldi krna thoda”

He nodded and left. I closed the curtains behind him and removed my smock, shirt and vest. I observed my chest in the mirror. It was very very hairy and I had no option but to wax this lovely bush just to seduce him.

I loved my chest hair but I can always regrow them. I cannot always meet Shivam. So I sat on the chair and Shivam came with a wax machine and strips. He avoided looking at me and stood next to me. I closed my eyes and hoped that maybe something would happen.

At last It did. He said- “Sir are you sure? Matlab itne ghane chest hair aap wax krwana chahte ho?”

I opened my eyes, his dick was hard again and visible. His eyes were on my nipples and there was a lust in his eyes. I said- “Ghane ho gye hain isiliye to wax karwa rha hoon…itne dense hair ache nhi lagte”

He said- “Ache to lag rhe hain”

It was enough. I grabbed his neck from behind and pulled him down to my pits. His nose was right on my armpit hair and suddenly his tongue was tasting my sweat. He wrapped his arms around me and his tongue licked my pits clean. He quickly went out of the cubicle.

I heard him say to his fellow stylists- “This client is too much yaar, He wants privacy even in arms waxing. Kehta hai lock the door. To disturb mat karna ab.”

I admired his wit as he entered again and locked the door behind him. He removed his shirt and I saw what I expected. Very hairy chest with loose and big nipples and faded abs.

“we both are equally hairy and it looks divine”- He said. I nodded as I stood from my chair and touched his lips with mine. Our tongues touched and our lips met. He was a soft kisser and I was a hard one.

I kissed him with passion while he returned soft yet magnetic kisses. Our dicks were ready to tear our jeans. He pulled down mine and I pulled down his. He was wearing a grey Jockey brief and I wearing a black jack and jones boxer. He removed my J&J and winked at me.

Next I know my dick was in his mouth and my balls were on his chin. He licked it like a chocolate. I was in immense pleasure and was moaning very softly. He pinched my balls then licked my dick to sent shivers to my spine.

I knew I wouldn’t last five more minutes like this so I lifted him by his pits and removed his Jockey. His dick was longer than mine and his balls were huge. He was everything I always desire.

Hairy, tall, cute, sweaty, daddy and with a big dick. I wrapped my tongue around his shaft and he moaned very much.

He said- “Ek mahina ho gya muth maare aur teen mahine se sex bhi nhi kia”

I smiled as he was now hungry for me. I sucked him until he couldn’t take it anymore. I shot his bucket full of load all on my face and some in my mouth. He was sweating and gasping for breath.

Gay fun story of a horny and wild guy with a barber in salon

He then asked me to sit on the chair and then he finished me off with an amazing suck and handjob combo. He took all my load on his hairy chest and then sat on the stool to catch his breath. Two minutes later, he gave me some tissues as we both cleaned ourselves.

He then gave my hair a last brush and asked me if I needed another service. We exchanged numbers for future fun. I paid the receptionist for my services.

As I was leaving I heard one of the stylist ask Shivam- “Hey his hands don’t look waxed.” I smirked and left for my home. Later, I got a text from Shivam saying- “Check your underwear.” I checked. I was wearing his grey Jockey and he was wearing my black J&J.

Don’t worry we exchanged those when we met later. Stay tuned as my cousin wedding came with a lot more surprises. Next up…the train trip. For more stories and to praise/criticize me or to connect with me email me at [email protected].