Gay Erotic Stories

I'm a hair stylist, and have been working at the same salon for the past 10 years. I've developed an interesting clientele - a mix of young and old, gay and straight, male and female. But the experience I had last Friday was definitely a first for me! It had been a particularly stressful day. Most of my clients were irritable, I was always running late, and the last thing I wanted to hear was that a new client was being squeezed in at the end of the day. I don't mind staying a little late for one of my regulars, but I didn't feel like being gracious and making idle chit-chat at the end of a hectic day. But the man had asked for me specifically, so I thought I'd better make room in my schedule. He arrived around 5:45, after a good many of the other stylists had left. The receptionist brought him to my station, and he introduced himself as Rick. We shook hands, exchanged a few greetings, and I invited him to be seated. It seems that Rick had gotten my name from another one of my clients, someone with whom he works. I guessed that Rick was about 45 years old. He was a handsome man, slender and well-proportioned, with thick, wavy brown hair, and a neatly-trimmed salt-and-pepper goatee. He wore dress trousers and a white dress shirt. The tie had been removed, and the shirt was unbuttoned at the collar. It didn't take me long to notice the thick mat of hair poking out from that open collar, either. But seeing that gold wedding band on his left hand reminded me that he was a straight client, and I had to be a professional. I shampooed his thick head of hair first, and really took time to give him a good scalp and neck massage. Surprisingly, he really let me know how much he enjoyed it - softly moaning, and rolling his neck back and forth in my soapy hands. I spent a few extra minutes rubbing the base of his scalp while he closed his eyes and purred like a kitten. As I cut his hair, we talked about our jobs, his wife and kids, hobbies, and the weather. He was pleasant and friendly, but no more so that any of my clients. He did spend a lot of time, though, really looking into my eyes. Several times, I caught him staring at me, with a cute half-smile on his face. I would have thought he was flirting with me if I hadn't seen that wedding band, and heard the stories about his family. I finished up with the haircut, and began shaving his neck. As I shaved away at the untidy hair that swirled over the back of his neck, I gently pulled his shirt collar away and found that the hair just seemed to keep going, covering his shoulders. "Wow", I chucked, "how far should I go?" He laughed out loud, saying, "Use your judgment. That hair never does really stop - I'm covered from the neck down." Wrong thing to say to a body-hair fan like myself. How could I keep my professional demeanor? Somehow I found my composure, and finished up the job at hand, all the while glancing at that handsome face in the mirror, and trying to picture that beautiful body covered in soft, silky fur. When I had finished, I began a quick shoulder massage, as I do with all my clients. Just a few seconds of kneading before they get up from the chair. As soon as I began rubbing on this guy, he rolls his head around on his neck, and lets out quite a moan. The salon was empty at this point, so it wasn't embarrassing, but it sure surprised me. I worked on his shoulder and neck muscles through the white dress shirt as he continued groaning. "Oh, man, do I need that", he said. I was obviously enjoying it as much as he was, so I worked my hands over his shoulders and down his arms, squeezing and kneading his biceps. Now I was going beyond my normal service, but Rick and I were alone now, so I felt a little bolder. He was grateful for what I was doing, and I sure was having a good time. What's wrong with a little good, clean fun? From his arms I began kneading his pecs, and running my hands firmly over his chest and shoulders. This time, I worked my one hand into his open shirt and took a few swipes of his upper chest, luxuriating in the feel of his soft, swirling hair. His eyes were closed, his mouth slightly open, softly moaning the whole time. So, I opened another button and went even further. Both of my hands inside his dress shirt, working his chest, and brushing over his nipples. It wasn't easy finding his nipples under all that thick fur, but as soon as I felt a hard one, Rick gasped loudly, and drew in a quick breath. I was still standing behind him as I unbuttoned his shirt completely, and laid it open, exposing his defined, hairy torso. Our eyes met in the mirror, and we both smiled shyly. "Thank you", he whispered, "It sure feels great." I glanced down and noticed the beginnings of a beautiful erection outlined along his left leg. After a few more strokes up and down on his chest and furry stomach, I walked around the chair and faced him. I reached over to the shelf and retrieved a bottle of baby oil that I always keep there. Uncapping the bottle, I squirted a small amount into my hand, and rubbed my hands together to warm the oil. Then I slowly and luxuriously rubbed his abdomen with my slippery hands. Kneading and stroking his chest and stomach, I had to re-oil several times because of his hairiness. His fur was matted down with the oil as I increased the firmness of my touch, really giving his pecs a workout, and tweaking and teasing his hard nipples. He was groaning at full volume now, and his cock was straining against his trousers. I grabbed a towel, and got most of the oil off of my hands. He looked up at me with a disappointed look in his eyes - surely I wasn't going to stop. It felt too good. But I wasn't about to disappoint my straight, married hairy hunk. I dropped to my knees, unfastened his belt buckle, and unzipped those expensive trousers. His cock lept through the fly of his boxer shorts almost immediately. "Oh, baby" he growled, "please make me cum." I grabbed his 8 inch cock at the base with both hands, as I swirled my tongue over the mushroom head, flicking the tip of my tongue around the ridge. I began massaging with my hands at the base of his dick, milking the shaft, and taking a little more of his cock into my mouth with each downstroke. Finally I lunged over that steel rod, and deep throated him for all I was worth. He was gently holding and caressing my head, moaning loudly, and letting his head lay back against the top of the chair. His hairy balls were drawn tightly to his body, and I knew he was close to exploding. I spread his legs wider, and began nibbling and licking at his ball sack. Then every few seconds I ran my lips up the shaft, over the swollen head, and back down to the base again. After about 5 or 6 those, Rick just couldn't hold back any longer. "God, I'm cumming!" he cried through his heavy breathing. With that, I made one last lunge over that thick, veiny cock. One last, luxurious trip down the shaft, planting the tip firmly down my throat - my hands milking and massaging his pubic area and inner thighs. His hips bucked up off the chair as he fired off squirt after squirt of thick, creamy cum. I was able to swallow most of it, but allowed a little to leak from between my lips, and down onto my chin. It's a good thing we were alone in the building as he let out shallow growl that gradually built to a full yell. He was grabbing my head firmly now, his hips thrusting sensually, as if he were fucking that wife of his. When the thrusting eventually slowed and stopped, he let his hips fall back into the chair, and whimpered. He sat there for several minutes without saying a word, just panting and stroking my hair. I let the spent cock slip out of my mouth, and nuzzled into his groin to enjoy the smell of his eruption. He opened his eyes and gave me that shy smile again, and couldn't stop thanking me. It was I who should have been thanking him. I took a moist towel, lovingly cleaning around his crotch, and removed as much of the oil as I could from his torso. He zipped his trousers, and buttoned the dress shirt again, this time, though, only about half way. What a sexy look! I think his wife will definitely want to jump on that when he gets in the door. He asked me if I could keep seeing him on Fridays, at the end of the day. He said it's really the only day he can get out of the office on time. Of course, I said I would. It's always nice to get a new client - one who appreciates my talents!I'm a hair stylist, and have been working at the same salon for the past 10 years. I've developed an interesting clientele - a mix of young and old, gay and straight, male and female. But the experience I had last Friday was definitely a first for me! It had been a particularly stressful day. Most of my clients were irritable, I was always running late, and the last thing I wanted to hear was that a new client was being squeezed in at the end of the day. I don't mind staying a little late for one of my regulars, but I didn't feel like being gracious and making idle chit-chat at the end of a hectic day. But the man had asked for me specifically, so I thought I'd better make room in my schedule. He arrived around 5:45, after a good many of the other stylists had left. The receptionist brought him to my station, and he introduced himself as Rick. We shook hands, exchanged a few greetings, and I invited him to be seated. It seems that Rick had gotten my name from another one of my clients, someone with whom he works. I guessed that Rick was about 45 years old. He was a handsome man, slender and well-proportioned, with thick, wavy brown hair, and a neatly-trimmed salt-and-pepper goatee. He wore dress trousers and a white dress shirt. The tie had been removed, and the shirt was unbuttoned at the collar. It didn't take me long to notice the thick mat of hair poking out from that open collar, either. But seeing that gold wedding band on his left hand reminded me that he was a straight client, and I had to be a professional. I shampooed his thick head of hair first, and really took time to give him a good scalp and neck massage. Surprisingly, he really let me know how much he enjoyed it - softly moaning, and rolling his neck back and forth in my soapy hands. I spent a few extra minutes rubbing the base of his scalp while he closed his eyes and purred like a kitten. As I cut his hair, we talked about our jobs, his wife and kids, hobbies, and the weather. He was pleasant and friendly, but no more so that any of my clients. He did spend a lot of time, though, really looking into my eyes. Several times, I caught him staring at me, with a cute half-smile on his face. I would have thought he was flirting with me if I hadn't seen that wedding band, and heard the stories about his family. I finished up with the haircut, and began shaving his neck. As I shaved away at the untidy hair that swirled over the back of his neck, I gently pulled his shirt collar away and found that the hair just seemed to keep going, covering his shoulders. "Wow", I chucked, "how far should I go?" He laughed out loud, saying, "Use your judgment. That hair never does really stop - I'm covered from the neck down." Wrong thing to say to a body-hair fan like myself. How could I keep my professional demeanor? Somehow I found my composure, and finished up the job at hand, all the while glancing at that handsome face in the mirror, and trying to picture that beautiful body covered in soft, silky fur. When I had finished, I began a quick shoulder massage, as I do with all my clients. Just a few seconds of kneading before they get up from the chair. As soon as I began rubbing on this guy, he rolls his head around on his neck, and lets out quite a moan. The salon was empty at this point, so it wasn't embarrassing, but it sure surprised me. I worked on his shoulder and neck muscles through the white dress shirt as he continued groaning. "Oh, man, do I need that", he said. I was obviously enjoying it as much as he was, so I worked my hands over his shoulders and down his arms, squeezing and kneading his biceps. Now I was going beyond my normal service, but Rick and I were alone now, so I felt a little bolder. He was grateful for what I was doing, and I sure was having a good time. What's wrong with a little good, clean fun? From his arms I began kneading his pecs, and running my hands firmly over his chest and shoulders. This time, I worked my one hand into his open shirt and took a few swipes of his upper chest, luxuriating in the feel of his soft, swirling hair. His eyes were closed, his mouth slightly open, softly moaning the whole time. So, I opened another button and went even further. Both of my hands inside his dress shirt, working his chest, and brushing over his nipples. It wasn't easy finding his nipples under all that thick fur, but as soon as I felt a hard one, Rick gasped loudly, and drew in a quick breath. I was still standing behind him as I unbuttoned his shirt completely, and laid it open, exposing his defined, hairy torso. Our eyes met in the mirror, and we both smiled shyly. "Thank you", he whispered, "It sure feels great." I glanced down and noticed the beginnings of a beautiful erection outlined along his left leg. After a few more strokes up and down on his chest and furry stomach, I walked around the chair and faced him. I reached over to the shelf and retrieved a bottle of baby oil that I always keep there. Uncapping the bottle, I squirted a small amount into my hand, and rubbed my hands together to warm the oil. Then I slowly and luxuriously rubbed his abdomen with my slippery hands. Kneading and stroking his chest and stomach, I had to re-oil several times because of his hairiness. His fur was matted down with the oil as I increased the firmness of my touch, really giving his pecs a workout, and tweaking and teasing his hard nipples. He was groaning at full volume now, and his cock was straining against his trousers. I grabbed a towel, and got most of the oil off of my hands. He looked up at me with a disappointed look in his eyes - surely I wasn't going to stop. It felt too good. But I wasn't about to disappoint my straight, married hairy hunk. I dropped to my knees, unfastened his belt buckle, and unzipped those expensive trousers. His cock lept through the fly of his boxer shorts almost immediately. "Oh, baby" he growled, "please make me cum." I grabbed his 8 inch cock at the base with both hands, as I swirled my tongue over the mushroom head, flicking the tip of my tongue around the ridge. I began massaging with my hands at the base of his dick, milking the shaft, and taking a little more of his cock into my mouth with each downstroke. Finally I lunged over that steel rod, and deep throated him for all I was worth. He was gently holding and caressing my head, moaning loudly, and letting his head lay back against the top of the chair. His hairy balls were drawn tightly to his body, and I knew he was close to exploding. I spread his legs wider, and began nibbling and licking at his ball sack. Then every few seconds I ran my lips up the shaft, over the swollen head, and back down to the base again. After about 5 or 6 those, Rick just couldn't hold back any longer. "God, I'm cumming!" he cried through his heavy breathing. With that, I made one last lunge over that thick, veiny cock. One last, luxurious trip down the shaft, planting the tip firmly down my throat - my hands milking and massaging his pubic area and inner thighs. His hips bucked up off the chair as he fired off squirt after squirt of thick, creamy cum. I was able to swallow most of it, but allowed a little to leak from between my lips, and down onto my chin. It's a good thing we were alone in the building as he let out shallow growl that gradually built to a full yell. He was grabbing my head firmly now, his hips thrusting sensually, as if he were fucking that wife of his. When the thrusting eventually slowed and stopped, he let his hips fall back into the chair, and whimpered. He sat there for several minutes without saying a word, just panting and stroking my hair. I let the spent cock slip out of my mouth, and nuzzled into his groin to enjoy the smell of his eruption. He opened his eyes and gave me that shy smile again, and couldn't stop thanking me. It was I who should have been thanking him. I took a moist towel, lovingly cleaning around his crotch, and removed as much of the oil as I could from his torso. He zipped his trousers, and buttoned the dress shirt again, this time, though, only about half way. What a sexy look! I think his wife will definitely want to jump on that when he gets in the door. He asked me if I could keep seeing him on Fridays, at the end of the day. He said it's really the only day he can get out of the office on time. Of course, I said I would. It's always nice to get a new client - one who appreciates my talents!