In the very early 1970's long hair was in for guys, and in an effort to fit in with the rest of the guys I let my hair grow as well although it was not nearly as long as many of my peers.
Even my barely shoulder length dirty blonde hair was too long for my Mom, who in an effort to make up for the father who was no longer around was doing her best to wear both hats, and in my book was doing a bit too well and was proving that you can't spell the word "smother" without using the letters "mother".
"If I'm going to shell out the $3.00 for the haircut I want to make sure that I'm getting my money worth. That last haircut? Why I swear it looked like he hardly touched you," Mom declared, and to prove her point she insisted on coming along with me.
I shouldn't have been surprised since she was all over me like a hawk, even going to the doctor with me at that point, but I still felt like a fool when I walked into the barbershop with my mother like I did ten years ago - only then I was eight.
"Mrs. Wells, long time no see," Vic the barber said cheerfully when we walked in, and my only consolation was that the place was deserted.
Vic's barbershop reminded me of the one that Floyd ran on the Andy Griffith show, a very quiet and laid back place much like the town we lived in, although Vic himself was more like Sgt. Carter on the Gomer Pyle show with a buzz cut and a lantern jaw.
I knew I was spending too much time watching TV around then because I was matching up characters with the real life people I would meet. Sadly, my Mom seemed to be flirting a little with Vic like she did with a lot of men since she had recently begun acting like a desperate middle-aged woman in search of a man, but who looked way too much like the lead character on the show Hazel to get much success.
As for me, I had always been a little like a combination of Dennis the Menace and Larry Mondello from the Leave it to Beaver show, although I had recently shed my baby fat and was looking as good as I could hope for after dropping pounds and lifting weights for almost a year during my senior year.
"Now I want this cut short this time Mr. Tayback," Mom declared as she proceeded to air her grievances about everything from my previous haircut to the traffic jams around the new shopping mall they had just built up on Wolf Road.
Mercifully, just when I was about to scream Mom caught sight of another meddlesome old bag passing by the shop, and so after she went scurrying out to the sidewalk to dish the latest dirt I was able to relax, if only for a minute.
"I would apologize but I have to put up with it every day," I told the barber who chuckled. "At least you get paid to hear the crap."
"She's not so bad, but I think she was flirting with me," Vic suggested. "Maybe it was my imagination."
"No, she was," I admitted. "She's like that with every guy lately though, so don't get too excited."
"I won't, and besides, my tastes run in a different direction," Vic said as he gave my bicep a squeeze, but before I could ask him what he meant he explained.
"You know who just came in for a trim?" Vic asked as I inhaled the intoxicating aroma that was coming from under Vic's muscular raised arm as he trimmed away, and as I looked up the loose white sleeve at my barber's bulging bicep and the tuft of dark brown hair where the woodsy manly scent came from, he continued. "Ed Arthur. You remember him, don't you?"
I froze in the chair because I knew very well who Mr. Arthur was, and as Vic explained that my old teacher had been in the chair when my mother called to see if I could be fit in, when he heard my name I became part of their conversation after the phone call ended.
"Ed told me that you and he were - let's say pretty close," Vic explained as he glanced out to make sure that my Mom was still outside. "I found it hard to believe that this was the same Tim Wells I knew, so very straight-laced and polite. Ed can be a bit of a blowhard at times, so when he told me what a kinky fellow and a wonderful bottom you were, I didn't believe it."
"Mr. Arthur told you that?" I asked as the scissors snipped away, embarrassed at my business taking center stage at the local barbershop.
"No need to worry. You see just like you and your teacher, Ed and I are also kindred spirits, so your secret is safe with me, if he was telling me the truth that is," Vic said as his foot pumped up the chair. "He told me what a sweet and tight ass you have Tim, but I suppose I could have guessed that from looking at you."
"Ed also confided in me that you were really cute," Vic said as he kept looking at my Mom yakking outside as he reached under the cape that was covering me, had my zipper down in a matter of seconds and was reaching in. "More specifically, Ed said that you had the most adorable little dick he had ever seen and he said he never saw a fellow would could cum so much and keep getting hard over and over again like you could."
"Oh my," Vic smiled after reaching into my underwear and finding my cock, and as he massaged my soft toadstool I became hard almost immediately. "You do have a tiny one, don't you Tim?"
My response was to grip the arms of the barber chair as Vic's firm grip squeezed my dick hard in the cramped confines under the cape, my tool crushed completely in his hand as Vic snickered over my reaction.
"Nice big biceps though," Vic said as he set the scissors aside and squeezed my arm while continuing to work me under the cape. "Do you really love it up the ass like Ed said?"
My response, after agonizing seconds hanging on the brink of orgasm, was to cum. My dick spurted a number of times, and then after a couple of seconds resumed cumming until when it finally stopped and Vic pulled his hand out from under there, he had a whole lot of cum cupped in his palm.
