Night at Jac's

Night At Jack's

It's not often I treat myself to something I want. Much less things I need. Though being a creature of habit is simple and easy, spicing things up is a nice turn as well. But rather than going to a pub, even a slap up meal, I really wanted a haircut. I'd been hearing of a place by exclusive appointment only, run by a handsome man known as Jack. Since he bans phones on coming in, no one's gotten a decent picture of him and descriptions don't do justice.

Despite never meeting, I built a picture of him in my mind. I pictured him as a tall, well dressed fellow, strong body and big hands. Being a barber, I figure he had a fine head of hair and beard. Just making the picture made my stomach turn, and toes curl. God... I should stop getting turned on by mysterious men.

I didn't remember signing up but I apparently had for March of next year. So imagine my surprise when I received a call from Jack himself.

"Hello?"

"Is this Sellic Raener?"

"Yes. Who's this?"

"This is Jack from Royalty Barber. I had a cancellation and decided to do a holiday special for one lucky patron. Your name came up."

"You never do holiday specials. Not from what I've heard."

"It's part of business. You do unexpected things. So would you prefer morning, noon, or evening?"

As I thought on it, I felt chills sneak up on me. "What about after hours?"

There was a pause before I was greeted by a rich, warm laugh. "I usually don't. But for you, I'll make an exception."

I had the urge to squirm and did so suddenly. That's when I realized I had gotten rock solid. "I appreciate it. Nights are very free for me."

Another warm laugh from him and I went flush once more. "Come by taxi at 8:30 tomorrow. I'll have everything set up."

"Do I need to bring anything special?"

"Nothing necessarily. But dress comfortably. And be ready for anything."

"Alright then."

"See you soon Sellic."

Hanging up that call, I felt dazed walking in from my balcony. Sliding the door shut, my sweatpants were a tent of cloth and I cursed under my breath. My body was reacting as if I invited someone over for passionate fucking or someone had invited me to be used for cock worship. Why does a man I've never met make me feel so crazy?

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I underestimated how long the cab ride was. Right as I went to call, a car pulled up for me and insisted I hurry. You wouldn't think a haircut or shave would take an hour ride. With anticipation running through me, I had to fight back goosebumps and an already excited cock. As we pulled up, the driver told me to knock twice, pause, then twice more. Giving a nod, I nearly leapt out and paced to the door. Knocking as instructed, the door opened and a man was visible but veiled with dark shadow.

Gesturing me inside, I walked in and was swept into an even more sensitive mood.

Hearing the door close then lock, I started to look around where I was. The space was cozy, a vintage chair, large mirror and work station, older barbershop fodder like a working twirl pole, signage, and other nuance. I felt hands on my shoulders, unsettling me a bit as I turned abruptly to face him. Staring at him, the picture came true in some ways.

While he was tall, he was lean yet overly tone. His hair was a lush brown, stubble over a five o'clock shadow with some greys. Something I didn't think of were his eyes... And they pulled me in as soon as we'd locked sights.

"Didn't mean to startle you. Just trying to take your jacket."

"You do that with everyone?"

"Only if they don't first."

Turning my back to him, he comfortably and easily slipped my jacket off. His hands running over my shirt made me shake a bit. Looking back at him, he'd hung it up and moved close to me again. Shockingly, he took my hand between his and led me to the chair. I knew I was likely blushing as I sat down and he went to the sink to wash his hands.

"How long you been cutting hair?" I asked, trying to ease my nervousness.

"Since I was maybe thirteen. Just something that I found enjoyable." He answered so matter of factly while drying his hands.

"What about your shop?"

He turned, leaning back to the sink a bit. "It's a different kind. I come to a temporary set up or rent out a space and cut by appointment. The name Royalty is just that. I've cut the hair of a lot of people, including movie stars, artists, musicians, monarchy from other countries, and every so often, porn actors."

I cracked smile, thinking of him cutting a male porn star's hair. "Quite the clientele. Why make time for someone like me?"

Jack smiled back at me, pouring a drink for himself and me. "I've seen you outside of some places I'd been with a client for the past month or so. I figure I keep an eye out if I saw you again. Sure enough, I got a picture of you in an email from someone who'd noticed you around like I had."

Taking the drink from him, I sipped slightly as he stared. "Lucky me."

He moved closer, making me lean back in the chair. His hand gently held under my chin. "I think that's my line."

His hand on my face made my senses whirl, so much that the drink in my hand fell. He placed his on the work table, turning my head carefully side to side, other hand seemingly tracing my jaw. My guess was he was trying to figure out where to start. Tilting my head around, he gently ran his fingers through my hair, and smiled a bit. As his hands left my face, I saw the ring on his left pinkie but my eyes soon found his cock, hard and pressed in his dress pants.

His eyes followed mine, not losing his smile.

"Something wrong?"

"Just something I noticed."

"Nighttime does that to me. Kind of weird if you ask me."

"Not necessarily. Or else we'd all have day sex instead."

A laugh spilled from him, a genuine, full laugh. "That's very true."

Jack had walked over, washing his hands a second time, then went to a small box I'd seen on the way in. Opening the small door, he pulled out a towel, and came back to where I'd been sat. He cranked the chair, leaning me back a bit, and started to press along my face carefully. I found it a bit different, seeing as warm towels are for after the haircut and shave. Needing an answer, he responded by saying it relaxes the face and opens pores for an easier shave.

Placing the towel in a nearby bin, I caught him preparing a straight razor. I'd never been given a shave with one. So this would hopefully not end in me getting cut. Drifting into that thought, I came back to see him staring at me, stirring the fresh shaving cream. I felt myself tensing, nipples and cock starting to stiffen as he kept looking me in the eye as he started to dab the cream onto my cheeks, neck, and jaw. Watching him sharpen his blade, back turned, I saw him and admired how he was graceful yet seductive in just how he did his work.

Though as he faced front again, his cock was still hard, blade sharp, I felt myself swallow a lump of nervous energy.

"Never had a straight shave?"

"Not exactly. I figure you're good if you do that."

"I only do it upon request. But again, figure I made this visit the best one. Maybe I'll see you again that way."

Feeling myself fall flush, Jack started to lightly drag his razor along the grain of my beard. I went still as a board, though my heart wanted to do laps inside my chest. I tried to not bite my lip, thinking it would alert him of my excitement. I only did so when he walked to clean his razor from the shaving cream. I even moaned quietly to myself.

Once my cheeks has been done, Jack tilted my head upward, dragging his blade down my throat. Trying to hold my breath, he took the time to start talking again.

"I've never seen someone so nervous about getting a haircut and shave. I try to not put up an intimidating look but... you're shaking. I can honestly say I'm flattered that you feel so strongly. Especially with how much I've run into you."

As he talked, I felt relaxed, even a bit sleepy. Leaving to clean his blade again, I stared again, hypnotized by him. He'd put the blade down, brought a clean, dry towel and pat my face gently to clean me off. Again, my eyes went where they shouldn't have and I thought I'd seen a damp spot where his cock pressed. Lifting away from the temptation, Jack had caught me looking this time, wearing a light flush on his face and another smile.

"Enjoying the view?" He asked teasingly.

"Hopefully that's not a problem." I answered sheepishly. "I... think you have a decent size and I was imagining what that would be like."

Fixing the chair, I was sat up to face the mirror with Jack behind me. He gently fiddled with my hair, leaning down to whisper in my ear.

"How would you like your hair?"

"In your palm." I blurted.

From my ear, I felt a grin spread on his face. "While I'd like that, I want you to pick how you'd like me to cut your hair."

I giggled, which was the only was to describe it. He played so coy while being in work mode. "Short and a bit neater. Fit to my face."

"Sounds perfect. I'll make sure you look striking." He responded while still combing through gently.

Before I saw him stand, I felt his lips touch my neck. My fingers curled around the chair arms, my head tilting away to open my neck to him.

They were so soft... Driving me wild as he sucked and licked.

Short as it was, I knew I was hot, bothered, and hungry for him. Wrapping my suckled neck with a cloth, he draped the sheet over me, a bit more ruffled due to the throbbing hard on I tried to hide. Right as he went to cut, I tilted my head back slow, looking up at him longingly.

"Is that okay?" He asked as if he knew what I wanted.

"Yes..." I nearly begged.

Sure enough, he did. Like a movie scene, he leaned down to kiss me, hand lingering at my chest and collarbone with the other hanging loosely by his side. Jack's kiss was igniting as it set a fire already being stoked. Our lips were each others... and I ached for so much more. When I thought he'd leave, I groaned and he came for more of me. After a while, he had to take a breath and stand straight, both of us looking flushed in the mirror.

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We didn't talk after and Jack finally started clipping my locks. Every so often, he'd compliment the color of my hair, the small movements, and even reached to kiss my hand from under the sheet. I kept having to adjust my own cock underneath, hoping the energy could leave through tapping my feet. A good time later, he was dusting off the extra hair and I had a final look at myself. I thought he'd cut all the beard off of me and I'd only noticed now he didn't. I looked a lot better than when I came in. But I wanted more before I left out.

Pulling the sheet from over me, Jack paused, seeing something he professionally ignored. Being so hard, I had precum soaking through my pants and I felt a chill as I saw him lick his lips with me watching.

Instinctively, I started letting my mouth run. "Do you accept tips?"

Nodding, a neutral look came over him. "Depends on what it might be."

A third time, I let my eyes fall to his bulge, the spot wet like mine. Hearing him mutter, I moved toward him, kneeling to kiss his wet pants and hot swollen cock. Lips carefully gnawed over the shape and length, licking the patch by his tip while looking up for his approval. He kept me eyes, undoing his shirt and rubbing his chest.

"May I suck you off Sir?" I asked politely.

His lip curved, showing another smile. "Of course you can sweetheart."

I unbuckled him as he took his shirt off, the skin of him glistening from the strings of precum. Kissing and licking, I let it coat my lips before taking him into my mouth. I was desperate to suck him down quickly but fought back to enjoy the mysterious guy I'd fantasized about for the past months. He got harder as I sucked, more so as I massaged his balls.

Just as I felt him ready to cum, Jack took my neck in his hand, forcing me to my feet and moving toward a smaller couch. Without many words, he pulled to let my cock hang out with his, all while keeping my lips occupied with his. Once I felt my hardness out and free, he gave a hard push as I was now sat down again. Like I had, he knelt down and started teasing me with his tongue. My hips adjusted, giving me something to focus on and not cumming so soon as he'd started.

Stopping a moment, he told me to take off my shirt and start softly pinching my nipples. I somewhat frantically did as told, interrupted by Jack moving to lick at my hard nips. Resuming as he was, I played with my chest as he sucked slow and deep on my shaft. I wanted to release, as stimulating my sensitive buds were making me want to cum faster. But I tried to be a good boy, listening to what he told me and enjoying being pleased.

Close as I was, his mouth left me, hand finding the scruff of my neck, pulling my to his lips that were tasting me. My hands stood where they were, pinching and rubbing, as I felt my cock pressed to his and a hand wrap around both. Then tugging, skin tingling against his, cum spurting to coat us. I moaned into his mouth, making him stroke us faster, before he mimicked me. The moans and breaths slowed, both of us aching to finish.

I started to thrust, making Jack's hand squeeze the back of my neck and bite at my bottom lip. The shock is that he didn't stop me, but joined with a bit of thrusting. I was edging... Wanting to let him have my nectar and giving me his as well. Moving from my neck and into my freshly cut hair, I felt a hard pull, ordering to give more. Not long after, I felt myself cumming and I began begging.

"Fuck. Please let me cum Jack. I can't hold anymore..."

"Just promise me."

"Jesus fuck. I'll say whatever you want."

Through our shaking and panting, I heard him whisper. "You'll come back."

Nodding, I screamed out. "Yes! Yes I'll come back! Oh fuck please...."

"You may." I finally heard him say.

Those words rattled in my head, my body busting and leaving Jack covered in my cum. Before I realized, I was pushed into the couch, Jack's cum covering my cock, trailing up my stomach and chest, some of it on my throat, and leaving a nice bit on my chin and lips. While we caught our breaths, I licked his bit of cum from my lip, grinning like a naughty whore as he looked. His fingers rubbed along his coated tip, and they found themselves in my mouth.

Sucking coyly, he talked.

"In truth... I brought you here because we've met once before. We didn't really keep in touch. So I thought to find you in some way. When I called you, I didn't think I could get rid of my hard on. Call me a sad kind of guy... But I wanted a lot more than just meeting for this."

Looking back, I tilted my head, as if to ask what he meant.

"I asked you to come back. By that, I want to actually keep you this time. I can't give you the world. But I know I could take you out sometimes, make you laugh, make you glow after fucking, and spend a lot of time together. The simple things."

Letting his fingers go, I found a voice to speak. "Do I have to count on you fucking other clients?"

Shaking his head, he kissed my hand. "You're the first and last I'd do that to. Because no one is like you Sellic... No one. Don't think I'd track you down otherwise."

I shook my head a bit, taking in what had happened. On my back and ass, cock satisfied and covered in a hot man's cum, said hot man proposing to be partners and not sometimes fuck buddies. Wiggling a bit, I inched my ass toward him, and he bit his lip at knowing what I wanted next. But he refused me.

"That'll be our next date. The real one."

"But now I want you..."

"You're worth savoring. Let me do that."

Unable to hide a smile, I agreed. "I will. So long as I can do the same with you."

"Of course you can."

Despite all our fun, it was a genuinely good time. Cleaning me off with warm towels, me cleaning Jack with my tongue, asking to have a bit of his cum on me for later, and lots of heavy kisses. Dressed and cleaned up, I paid him cash and left a piece of paper with my number. Escorting me to my cab, he kissed my cheek and headed in. Not long into the ride, I got a text from him, undressed and jerking a little for me.

I didn't expect this outcome... But I enjoyed it nonetheless. And I was eager for the rest of our relationship to blossom.