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Tales from Gledhill House

Part Three

The unexpected touch made me jump. The hand moved down my back from my shoulder to my waist and I turned to see who it s that had joined me in the shower. I had expected it to be Nick – or rather, I had hoped it would be Nick but it was Russ. He looked so different without those ridiculous clothes and when he spoke it was with a voice that was far from the prissy tones I had heard him using the night before.

‘Time to pay for my accommodation,’ he said in a husky whisper and he knelt down and took my soft cock between his lips. His hands caressed my balls as he sucked and in no time I was hard and thoroughly enjoying what he was doing for me. The warm water continued to slash down on us as we stood in the jet stream. I looked down and could not help but admire the firm body of this surprising individual. Pushing his wet fringe from his eyes he looked up at me through the spray and winked. I could see that he was getting as much of a thrill as I and I smiled back at him. His arrival was such a surprise that I was completely speechless although I started to groan and say, ‘Oh yes... fuck yes!’ as he took the entire length of my cock deep into his throat. I had had blow jobs in the past but this one was something else, this guy certainly knew how to give pleasure with a capital P! It was not too long before I felt myself start to cum. I expected him to back off but no, he continued and I began to shoot my load in his open mouth. He held it and stood to kiss me, passing my wad from his lips to mine before he took it back and swallowed it in its entirety.

‘How would you like to suck my dick?’ Russ asked in a voice that had lost every trace of effeminacy. I could not resist. His body was firm and athletic in build and his uncut cock must have been all of ten inches and quite thick. It going to be quite a challenge but one to which I was happy to rise. He lent back against the tiled wall of the shower, his up-curved cock willing me to take it in. I knelt and grabbed his shaft with my right hand. With my left I cupped his low hanging balls feeling them like two firm plums in their shaven sac. As I sucked his cock I became aware of movement outside the shower. I reached out and wiped the condensation from the glass screen so that I could better see what was beyond.

I suppose I half expected to see Nick standing there, cock in hand wanting to join us. Nick was there but fully dressed and looking angrily at the pair of us as we cavorted in the wet and steam. He turned and left the bathroom, not that he had really come in much further than the doorway. My enthusiasm for dick sucking waned and Russ, aware of the change that had suddenly occurred lost his erection. We cleaned up and quickly dried ourselves and went our separate ways to get dressed. There was a silence around the breakfast table that could be cut with a knife. The atmosphere was what it must be like when a wife finds her husband in bed with her sister or best friend and nothing short of a very unpleasant divorce is anticipated.

My need to get to work was pressing so I asked Nick to lock up as they went to catch their bus. We mumbled our goodbyes and I left. The day dragged. I had been so full of excited ideas of a night with Nick after he’d called to ask to stay, now I told myself, I shall never see him again. I am sure that my colleagues were wondering why I was in such a foul mood, two or three actually asked if I was feeling unwell. Finally five o’clock came round and I packed up my papers on my desk and hurried down to the parking lot to my car. The drive home was slow due to the rush hour traffic and my vision blurred by stupid angry tears. I almost ran into another car and was regaled with a finger sign from a couple of other drivers. I pulled into the parking lot behind the condo and crossed to the entrance. My jaw dropped when I saw Nick standing there... alone.

‘What are you doing here, I thought you had gone?’ I said brushing the wet tears from my cheeks with the back of my hand.

‘I got off the bus just as it was starting up. That way I was sure that Russ was not going to follow me.’ Nick replied.

‘But what about university; surely you need to get back?’ I asked.

‘I can miss a day or so, I don’t have any important lectures scheduled. I wanted to make things right between us.’ Nick smiled.

We went inside and sat side by side on the couch. ‘I was wrong to impose Russ on you like that. I had wanted us to have that time together. I really like you and wanted things to go slowly so that we were both sure of what we were doing, I got the impression that you fancy me but I didn’t want to make a move that could spoil things between us... and then Russ threw a spanner in the works. I didn’t want him to fuck me last night but he can be dominant when he wants he way. That camp act he puts on, giving the impression he is a big softy is all part of his game. He is studying drama and hopes to make the big time on stage and so he plays a variety of different characters and wears daft clothes as part of his stupid persona that he adopts. I am so sorry I brought him here.’ Nick said in perhaps the longest speech I had heard him utter.

‘You no need to apologise. You are here now and that is all that matters’ I said. I put my arms around him and we kissed. Suddenly we were like mad things, tearing off our clothes and in a clinch. Our hunger for each other soon found us in my bed and what followed needs no explanation or warrants detailed description. Suffice it to say that our first urgent coupling gave way to slow and passionate pleasure that lasted well into the night.

Nick did go back to university and after he had completed his final exams he came to live with me and we are now a loving couple fast approaching middle age. His family finally came to accept the fact that he was gay and even welcomes me when we go to visit the farm.

The end.
 
I hope that you dear readers, were not too frustrated while waiting for the outcome of this short story. It was a case of 'All's well that ends well' for Nick and Bill, with a little distraction from an intruder who almost upturned 'The apple cart'.
 
Auto,
You DO like to tease us with your perambulations and permutations.

Alls well that ends well, indeed!
 
I am Truly HAPPY for the way this story worked itself out for the Better! ..|

My only regret is that it didn't draw out a bit more about Nick and Bill. #-o

However, I'm also Hopeful that George has more MANuscripts to share! \:/

THANK YOU! for this Awesome compendium, Auto!! (group)

Keep smilin'!! :kiss: (*8*)
Chaz :luv:
 
Well, Auto, you know me. A romantic at heart and I always love a happy ending. How depressing the feeling of rejection can be and Bill had to live with it for those long lonely hours at work. Unfortunately many of us have suffered the same scenario and hoped for that happy ending which never came. That's why we have wonderful stories full of romance to lighten our mood and bring us out of those desperate times. Thanks! Like Chaz, I hope more manuscript appear.

Craiger
 
George had finished the book he had been reading and having nothing better to do, turned to the pile of manuscripts. There were not many left that he and Scott had not read between them. However, there was on that had an inriguing title, so George sat down and began to read it....


Short Back and Sides.

I never liked going for a haircut. I don’t know why, I just didn’t. Maybe it was because my mom was always on to me to go to the barber shop. As a kid it was all too often, so when I left home and got a place of my own, I would go for months without a trim. It was the beginning of last summer when out of the blue my mom said she would like to come and visit. She had been to my bachelor pad once before and made all the usual comments about my, in her opinion, poor standards of housekeeping and she spent the few days with me tidying my cupboards and plowing through my pile of laundry. Now she was coming again!

In anticipation of her criticism, I saw to the laundry, cleaned up my cupboards, refrigerator and actually applied some polish to give the place a fresh smell. My next and most dreaded task was to go for a haircut. I forget when I last went and a quick calculation told me it was about three months ago. I phoned for an appointment and arranged to go after work the next day. I was the last customer for the afternoon and I got to the shop at about five forty-five. The barber was a new guy I hadn’t seen before. I watched him carefully as he finished of the customer before me, anxious to see how well he had cut the guy’s hair – I did not want to have a mess made of my ample locks after all! He made a good job and the customer duly thanked him and offered a good tip judging by the way the barber smiled and ushered him out the door.

‘Hi!’ he said to me. ‘As you are my last customer for today, I’ll just lock the door as it is too late for anyone else to drop in on the off chance of a haircut,’ he said as he locked the door and drew down the blind. ‘What can I do for you, sir?’

‘I need a haircut,’ I replied as I looked him over, while removing my jacket and hanging it on a coat stand. He was a fairly tall, slim looking guy with dark hair and a firm jaw, the kind of guy I liked. I sat in the barber chair and watched him through the mirror as he put a gown over me in readiness for his work.

‘How would sir like his hair cut?’ he asked as I strained my eyes to read his name tag pinned to the lapel of his white jacket. In the mirror it appeared as ‘nathE’ [the letters were reversed of course] and I quickly formed it correctly as Ethan.

‘I would like it short on the back and sides but not too much off the top,’ I replied. Ethan ran his long fingers through my substantial locks and smiled at me through the mirror.

‘Your hair is so fine that although it is clean, I would prefer to wash it as it would be better to cut when wet,’ he said. I had time to spare, so was in no hurry; in any event I was enjoying this guy’s touch. Hairdressers, along with doctors, dentists and masseurs are among the few people who can lay hands on you without you feeling any real concern as you trust them as practitioners of their professions. When that person looks sexy and has the right kind of aura, that touch can be quite erotic. I was more than happy to feel Ethan wash my hair, so I told him to go right ahead.

He fetched a couple of towels from a cabinet and placed one below my chin and over my shoulders and the second over my shoulders from behind, tucking them both firmly into my collar. He then released a catch on the chair so that it swung around and then lowered so that my head was over the wash basin below the mirror. I relaxed as he used a spray to wet my hair, all the time running the fingers of his left hand over my scalp. He then applied some shampoo and proceeded to massage my scalp with both hands as he worked the shampoo into my hair. It felt good, especially as he had to lean over me and I could look up and admire his face as he concentrated on what he was doing. I was aware of his crotch against my arm as he washed my hair and I was certain that he had a hard on.

He rinsed off the shampoo and proceeded to repeat the process. He seemed to be deliberately rubbing his crotch against me and I felt my own cock start to stir as I became all the more convinced that he was as hard as steel in his tight black pants. The second lot of shampoo was rinsed away and my head was swathed in the towel from my shoulders as he swung the chair back into its original position. He used the towel to remove the excess water leaving my hair hanging wet and lank as he reached for a comb and a pair of scissors. He combed my wet locks back away from my forehead and shook water from the comb but not before some of it trickled down my neck and under my collar in a cold stream that caused me to shiver.

‘Sorry about that, I hope that it has not made your shirt wet,’ Ethan said as I observed his concerned facial expression reflected in the glass.

‘No, it’s OK, I’ll survive,’ I replied, my voice sounding husky as I struggled with erotic thoughts about him. The scissors began to click and soon the gown around me became flecked with damp clippings of hair. Ethan worked silently, unlike most barbers he did not interrogate me on past and future vacations or indulge in conversation about sport or the weather. For that I was thankful but as he continued to press his hard on against me whenever the opportunity arose, I wanted so much to ask him whether his was gay. I liked to think that his erection was on my account and not because he was anticipating a hot session with his girlfriend after he had finished my session in his chair.

Deciding to take the initiative, the next time he stood at my side and brushed against me, I reached out my hand and felt the bulge in his pants.

‘Sir likes that?’ he said, pausing and looking directly into my eye through the looking glass.

‘Very much, I replied returning his gaze. Without saying more, he unzipped his pants and plunged his hand inside his fly and with a little jiggle, no doubt to negotiate over his underwear, he pulled out his cock. It was hard, long and slender; possibly the longest cock I had ever seen and I have seen a fair few in my time. He was uncut and he pulled back his foreskin to show a beautifully formed purple dome with a single eye that I could swear winked at me. Ethan moved in so that I could grasp the shaft of his dick before taking it into my hungry lips.

I joyfully let him fuck my face for what seemed like ages, I got ample taste of his sweet pre-cum and yearned for his full wad but he had other thoughts. Just as I felt that he was about to cum, he pulled out and whipped the gown off me so that he could make an assault on the fly of my pants. My cock was straining to be set free and he had it out quick as a flash. It was my turn to feel the warm slaver of his lips and saliva as he worked me to ever increasing heights of excitement. I was wishing that the sensation could last forever but like all good things an end was in sight – well if not literally in sight, in his fantastic throat.

‘Oh my God!’ I exclaimed, ‘I am going to cum!’ The words had hardly escaped my lips than I was shooting my load deep into his throat. He clearly relished the cum-fest as he swallowed it and licked around my cock head to savor every last drop, even licking the drops that had escaped his mouth and trickled onto my balls. Ethan grabbed a tissue and wiped around his lips before dropping his pants to the floor.

‘I want you in me,’ he pleaded as he turned his back to me and bent low so that I could observe the pink rose of his sphincter set in the deep crack of his neatly formed butt. I took a pack of condoms from the display and slipped one onto my cock that was still slicked by the action of his mouth upon it. Seeing nothing that would act as a lubricant I spat onto my fingers and worked them into his hole in preparation for insertion of my throbbing hard on.

‘Oh, yes that feels so good. Now fuck me,’ he said his voice little more than a hoarse whisper. I pressed home and felt him close tightly around my shaft. I waited a moment for him to be comfortable and then began to work i and out with a steady motion that was punctuated by his cries of ‘Oh yes! Yes! Fuuuuuck YES!

By now my pants and underwear were down around my ankles and I pulled off my shirt so that I was naked. I slapped his butt cheeks and grabbed his hips to steady him as he was bent over in front of me. However, I soon realised that his position would become unsustainable so moved back onto the chair and hauled him up so that he was astride my thighs while still impaled upon my cock. He shed his white jacket and shirt so that he too was naked although we were both a little hampered by our pant swathed ankles.

Ethan bobbed up and down on my cock groaning with pleasure each time his butt crashed back into my pubes. A bolt of fiery electricity shot up my spine and into my skull as I climaxed for the second time deep in his butt. Ethan stood and backed off my cock and turned to face me. His cock was hard and red as he jerked on it and shot long streams of hot spunk onto my chest and face. He let me suck his cock clean and then proceeded to lick the cum from my face and chest and kissed me so that we could share the taste of his seed. He sat on my lap and we kissed slowly, exploring with our tongues while caressing one another with our hands. Suddenly Ethan sprang away from me.

‘Ouch! Your chin is so rough!’ He exclaimed. ‘I’ll give you a shave. Your new haircut needs to be complemented with a smooth chin and cheeks. I’ll give you the shave of your life,’ he said. While Ethan busied himself preparing the water and soap and stropping an old fashioned open cut throat razor, I used a towel to mop the cum from my body, then lay back in the chair that had been slightly reclined to facilitate my shave. Ethan placed a fresh towel across my naked torso and then made my face wet with a warm sponge and used a brush to apply a rich lather of soap over my cheeks, chin and throat. He then took up the razor, which to be honest made me quiver just a little when I contemplated the harm such a sharp unguarded blade could inflict.

Ethan slowly and carefully drew the blade over my cheeks, below my nose to the upper lip and then proceeded to work around my chin and jaw. Next he deftly worked over my neck, taking care to stretch the skin too ease the path of his blade. He then applied a second layer of shaving soap over my features and started to repeat his earlier process.

As he was shaving me, I was reminded of a story I had read many, many years ago. A journalist was offered a bet to spend the night in a wax works and as he sat in a chamber of horrors depicting with life sized wax effigies, notorious murderers he looked across and saw a figure of a quaint little man. The sign at his feet described him as a Frenchman, a barber who slit the throats of his customers as he shaved them. It was as I was recalling this particular story that I felt a nick in my neck, just below my jaw line.

‘Ooops, sorry,’ Ethan said apologetically but with a wild glint in his eyes that said he was anything but sorry for what he had done. As I looked up at him I saw that his body was suddenly sprayed bright red as though by a paint gun. My hand went up to my neck and I discovered the warm wet source of the spray a split second before everything went blank......​

George sat quietly for a few moments and then called out to Scott, 'Hey, you must come and read this - it's the sort of creepy stuff you like!'
 
Creepy???? I think it is delightful... But, that's just me. Nothing quite as nice as the last romp before curtains..... Thanks, Auto.

Craiger
 
Well, we're all going to go sometime. And, given the possible options, that's one of the better ones. (!) :dead:

THANK YOU!, Auto! ..| (group)

Keep smilin'!! :kiss: (*8*)
Chaz :luv:
 
Thanks guys, I used to shave with such a razor and I always have to suppress a shudder when I see one being 'used' in a movie or TV episode as the actors never hold the razor correctly - what havoc they could cause if the razor had an edge to it!

I did have a barber rub his crotch against me one time but the shop was filled with waiting customers, so I had to fantasize - hence this little fiction;)
 
Wow, a bit of The Demon Barber of Fleet Street, come to the boulevard in front of Gledhill House!

Many times in an earlier age I had my neck cleaned after a haircut with a stropped straight-razor - and I was always very appreciative of the lethality of the device!
 
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