Tim had been my barber for ten years. His was a one-man shop. He saw heads by appointment only.
Recently, I was in his chair and no one else was waiting.
"You know I'm hen-pecked, don't you?"
I looked into the mirror and made eye contact with him. "We all are, my man, we all are."
"No, I mean I got it bad. My wife is asking me to do something I've never done before."
I glanced into the mirror again and searched his eyes.
"For the last few months, she has been begging me to suck off a man while she watches. She gets so worked up talking about it that the sex is phenomenal afterward. I asked her where I was supposed to find this guy and she told me that I had men sitting in my chair day after day."
I could tell Tim was not comfortable telling me this. Under the drape, I was feeling the slightest twitch. I asked him, "Have you ever kissed a cock, even as a teenager?"
We were looking at each other in the large mirror. "Never. I'm straight."
"I'm straight too, but will admit to having sucked a cock every now and then."
Tim almost dropped his comb, "You're shitting me."
I was smiling while still watching his face. "No. I'm not. I don't get to do it often, but I still do."
We were both sixty-eight years old.
"Tim, there's a reason you told me this, What is the reason?"
