Bull the Barber

I grew up in a small rural town where everyone knew everyone and everyone knew Bull the Barber. He had the only barbershop in town. His shop was always full on Saturdays when the livestock market was having its weekly auction and all the farmers came in to get their haircut or shave for church on Sunday. Otherwise, business was slow and most days, the shop had a few loafers hanging around to pass the time away.

While everyone liked Bull and he always had a tall tale to tell, there was an aura of sadness about him. He had married the prettiest girl in town and they had tried to have children for many years. Year after year she would get pregnant and have one miscarriage after the other. Finally after ten years, she had carried a baby boy to term, but during delivery, there was a problem, the baby died and she was left as an invalid with limited motor skills and mobility. Bull took good care of her and they lived on their farm just outside of town.

Bull got his name from his physical appearance, he was six foot, two inches tall and weighed about two hundred ten pounds. He had a full head of hair and a well trimmed beard. He was as strong as an ox as he was used to physical labor as he also ran his own farm as well as owning the barber shop.

Even as a young lad, I looked forward to a haircut. Just being so close to him was a big turn on and I would get a hardon, even before I knew what it meant. While cutting my hair, he would hold my head firmly in his strong hand to get the trim and would move my head from side to side or up and down. When I was older, I would fantasize of him holding my head and forcing me to suck his cock.

One morning, I went into his shop for a haircut at about ten thirty. The chair was empty and I climbed up and he started using his clippers on my head. The vibration of the clippers and his beefy hands on my head was stimulating my cock and balls and I was happy there was a cape covering my body to hide my hard on. Suddenly, Bull stopped cutting my hair suddenly and went into the back of the shop without saying a word. One of the old loafers sitting there said that Bull had probably gone out the back to piss off the porch in the alley. The toilet was apparently out of order.

Bull came back and finished the haircut and rubbed my head with aftershave and my cock was pouring pre-cum from his touch. I was careful to hide my cock as he took the cape off and walked awkwardly out of the shop.

I decided to go into the back alley behind the barbershop and could see a puddle where Bull had apparently pissed. I was so turned on, my cock was raging hard just standing there thinking of Bull with his cock out pissing. I looked around to make sure no one could see me, pulled my handkerchief out and soaked up the piss.

The building in the alley across from the barbershop was empty and I went over and crawled through a window into the basement. I pulled my cock out and jerked off while smelling Bull's piss on the handkerchief. As I got more and more turned on, I tasted the piss and the acrid, tangy taste hit my brain. I stroked my throbbing cock faster, stuffed the handkerchief into my mouth and sucked all the piss out. Fuck! I shot a huge load and stood there shaking afterward.

I could see that from the basement window I would have a good vantage point to watch Bull as he pissed off the back porch of the barbershop. The next morning I snuck into the basement and waited by the window to see if Bull would come out to piss. After an hour, the back door of the barbershop opened and Bull came out. He lit a cigarette and took a long drag. I already had my stiff cock out and was stroking when he zipped his pants down and pulled his cock out. Fuck! I almost fainted. It was a huge ten pounder, uncut and hung far down. Damn! I thought, maybe this is why they call him Bull!

He let a strong, deep yellow stream loose and I pounded my cock just dreaming about having my lips around that monster and even tasting that acrid piss. He took his time pissing and taking drags on the cigarette. When he shook his cock and milked it to get the last drops off, I creamed immediately. I went to the basement for the next two days and the scene repeated itself. In addition, I was jacking off at least three more times each day at home just thinking about Bull.

On the fourth day, I snuck in the basement and assumed my waiting position with my stiff cock out and already stroking. Suddenly I heard a voice behind me, "Is this what you are looking for?" It was Bull with his long, thick cock in his hand. I gasped and my mind told me to get up and run away, but I couldn't move a muscle.

Unconsciously, I dropped to my knees and crawled over to him. His cock was rock hard and curving upward. He unzipped his pants and pushed his underwear down revealing a huge black bush and two large, hairy balls. He pushed his cock down to give access and I licked the head which was poking out of his foreskin. It was my first time touching another man's dick and I shuttered with excitement. I slurped it into my mouth and was surprised by the firmness of his shift and the softness of the skin. It tasted exactly how I thought a man's cock should taste, salty and musky. I sucked and bobbed on it feeling my own cock throb in response. He took my head in his firm hands and drove his cock into my throat as I had long dreamed about. It felt so good to have this hunky daddy's dick stretching my mouth and throat. Bull moaned and growled softly and face fucked me harder.

"Suck my cock, you little, horny bastard, take it deep!" he whispered in a strong, masculine voice. "Suck it, suck it, use some pressure!" he demanded. He grabbed my head with both hands and starting face fucking me like his cock was a piston. My nose was being pressed into his musky bush and his balls were slapping my chin. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. My heart was thumping and my body was shaking uncontrollably. "Let me see you stroke your cock," he ordered and I moved a little to give him a view. It seemed to make him hornier and he fucked my throat harder.

I was totally lost in the moment, the rhythm of his fucking and the sound of his balls slapping my chin was hypnotic. Everything around me was gone except the feeling of his hard cock pounding my throat and the slap, slap, slap of his balls on my chin.

"Keep it up, I am going to cum......uuuh, ooh, yeeeaaaaa," he moaned and blasted his hot load of cum into my mouth and down my throat. There was so much cum, that I gagged and coughed and cum was running out of my mouth. My own cock exploded with an intensity I have never known before. I was still excited and I licked all his cum off his cock and swallowed greedily.

He leaned down and kissed me gently and said thanks. I told him thanks and volunteered that this was my first time. He told me it had been a long time since he had had sex and if I was interested to meet again, that I could come to his farm in the afternoon. I readily agreed. He asked me to wait until he was back in the barbershop before leaving the basement and made me agree to a vow of silence. He went out and up on the back porch of the barber shop, he stopped to smoke a cigarette and take a piss. I couldn't help myself and stroked my dick watching him piss...