To begin with, my stories are real. They happened to me, and I enjoy the thrill of writing and remembering the details. Don't expect fantastical or "happy" endings, because this is what actually happened to me, and unfortunately, reality doesn't always turn out the way we want it to. Sometimes I get frustrated comments from people who expected more from a story, but I'd be lying and not being honest with my writing if I started being more "creative" in my stories just to please the reader.

That said, today I'm going to tell you about something that happened to me a few times at my old barber in Vitória, where I lived for almost a year. Even today, when I go there, I usually pop in to get my hair cut. Heheh.

If there's one thing that really turns me on, it's the barber touching my arm with his dick when I'm getting a haircut. Depending on how long I've been without orgasming, I even tremble with excitement when I feel those touches.

To be honest, it's pretty rare for that to happen. Since I'm quite adventurous and always get my hair cut by different barbers, trying to find one I like, every now and then I come across a more inattentive one who does this either by "accident" or even intentionally.

But I have my perfect environment for this: a simpler barbershop, without many customers, few mirrors, and preferably with only one barber. This usually happens in neighborhood barbershops. Since I get my hair cut twice a month (my hair is always on the straight edge, hehe), I'm always looking for a good barber... heheh

And so, I discovered one when I lived in Vitória, Espírito Santo, for almost a year, for work. Initially, I wandered around for about three months, without any of them catching my eye. Until one day, I finally found one that was my favorite profile: black, about 5'7", "cafuçu" (roughly 1.75m), skinny, and occasionally sporting a little mustache that made him a little horny, with a naughty look. I was crazy. Since I started working at 11 a.m., I always went in the morning. I'd pass by the salon a few times and only go in when I was sure he was alone.

The first few times I went to get his haircut, nothing much happened. Just a few brushes from afar, and he always wore short cuts. I kept going back to him; I knew it was worth the investment.

We started to get more intimate, and the conversations started to flow more naturally. With each cut, more topics arose. And there was always an accidental brush at the beginning or a slight touch, depending on the angle he needed to cut my hair.

I started getting bolder. I always left my arms hanging well off the chair with my hands resting on the sides, so that if he got close enough, I'd move my arm or hand slightly until I could reach him. He definitely started to notice and like it, because he became more comfortable, and each time I went back to get a haircut, I could spend more time touching his package. But, of course, it was superficial, with us continuing our usual conversation about any nonsense with the TV on in the background, talking about anything.

One day, while I was resting my hand on the side of the chair, he reached over to do the front of his hair, and ended up cupping my right hand, so that his balls were right on top of mine. I could feel it, and he was still squeezing the suitcase in my hand while commenting on an accident that was on TV. It got me super excited, and I stood there gently moving it, feeling his balls. When he moved from one side to the other, I turned my hands up, leaving my palms ready to receive that huge dick. At that moment, I realized his dick was already "awakening," and that gave me butterflies, the most delicious feeling in my stomach.

When he moved to the other side, my hands "at the ready" received that delicious trunk like a reward. He immediately noticed I'd turned my hand and glanced down with a mischievous smile. Feeling that round sack in my hand, I slowly closed my fingers and lightly groped his balls and cock, which had just woken up and was hard, very nice. I stood there squeezing that big sack and that delicious dick while he finished my cut. He couldn't pull down his shorts because the barbershop was open and a customer could arrive at any moment, despite the low traffic and the lack of anyone coming from the street. When he finished, he removed the protection from me. I paid him for the service and asked him to suck me a little. He went over, quickly lowered the door, and took out his delicious cock, saying it would have to be quick. I sucked every inch, licked his balls lightly, and left his cock throbbing in my mouth. He came quickly as his cock began to pound deep into my throat. I swallowed his warm milk, he got dressed, opened the door again, and left, saying goodbye, "See you next time."

I became a loyal client until I moved from Vitória. Whenever possible, depending on whether a client arrived in the middle of my haircut, he would lower the door at the end and pull out the bottle just for me, not to mention the sloppy blows I gave him during the service. He smelled sweet and had a lot of pubic hair. I smelled those pubic hairs and sucked like a calf craving warm milk. This always happened only at the salon, because he said he had a girlfriend and didn't want any trouble with him. My dream was to get down on all fours for him and do the full service, but it was all I could do, and I loved it.

I think I'll go back to Vitória just to get my hair cut. That's the story for today. Sometime I'll share some experiences with barbers in Belo Horizonte, but I haven't had a chance to get a good haircut here yet. I'm still looking.

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